HP: Slytherin disguise

"Is he Decorah, the son of Lucius Malfoy?"

"I thought the description in the newspaper was false..."

"It's really unimaginable that his son could be so outstanding."

Professor Lupine was slightly shocked. He read in the newspaper every day how outstanding Quadecola was and thought it was just a show.

I didn't expect it to be true.

"Haha, this kid is not only excellent, he also loves to laugh."

A teacher next to me said something.

"Weihai Harris."

When the last student was called, Decorah raised his head, prepared for the end, put the parchment back, and then sat back down in his seat.

"Hehe, hello, prefect!"

The new student named Weihai Harris came up and shook hands with Decorah first.

Act like a gentleman.

"Uh-huh…"

"Good good..."

Decorah was a little surprised when he was shaken by a new student for the first time. It was too warm.

But why come here and shake hands with him in a separate hospital?

The key is that this person is taller than him!

Silently taking two steps back, Decorah didn't want to stand with him.

There is no harm without comparison.

Weihai Harris picked up the Sorting Hat with a smile, and stood there, planning to put the Sorting Hat on his head.

This wave of operations made Decorah confused.

"Sit down..."

Decorra stretched out her hand and motioned for him to sit on the stool and sort them.

"Huh? Thank you, thank you!"

Weihai Harris was stunned for a moment, then nodded repeatedly, and then he was about to sit down. Just when his butt was about to be touched, he took it back.

All the students waiting for dinner in the auditorium looked puzzled.

They just stared at this strange new student.

"What's wrong with this kid?"

Professor Flitwick turned to look at the teacher beside him.

The teacher shook his head and said: "I don't know, why do I feel that this child's brain is not working well."

Then, they turned their attention to Dumbledore.

"This is a Muggle-born child named Weihai Harris. His mental state, speech and behavior are a bit strange, and his personality is also very weird, but there is nothing serious."

"He's not aggressive in any way."

"It's just not normal..."

Dumbledore explained to everyone.

"No, no, no! You sit, you sit! It's not appropriate for me to sit!"

"I can just stand!"

Weihai Harris was humble and courteous, and raised his hand to ask Decorah to sit down.

Decorah's expression gradually became weird.

"I can't sit, you have to sit!"

"You have to sit on it and put the Sorting Hat on your head!"

He thought the new student was not too smart.

Then he said a few words carefully and patiently.

"what?"

"That won't work! You are a prefect and I am a freshman!"

"You should be sitting while I stand!"

"Don't worry about me, I'll just stand!"

With eyes wide open, Decorah looked at the new student with a firm and respectful face.

"I...you..."

Decorah looked at the stool and then at him.

"I mean, this position is specially provided for the freshmen branch!"

"You need to sit on it and put on the Sorting Hat!"

"When the sorting is over, you can get up and leave!"

"Do you understand what I mean?"

Although he had a headache, he patiently explained again.

"That won't work!"

Weihai Harris shook his head decisively and said: "No matter what, you are the prefect and I am the freshman!"

"And you are shorter than me, so you are a vulnerable group!"

"I must abide by the principle of respecting the elderly and loving the young!"

"So you must sit."

"Besides, who stipulates that freshmen must sit in the sorting hall? I can stand, too!"

"It's the same anyway!"

His sonorous and powerful voice echoed in the quiet auditorium.

The students sitting behind the long table looked at me and me, all looking shocked and confused.

Shocked by the freshman's bold statement.

What’s confusing is that it’s true, why do freshmen have to sit in the sorting hall?

His expression slowly solidified.

Decorah was silent for a while, then nodded.

"very good…"

"I see…"

"Come on, no one needs to sit down, just put the sorting hat on your head."

"Sort as soon as possible!"

With that said, he motioned to Weihai Harris to put on the sorting hat.

Looking at the stool, Weihai Harris said with some doubts: "But if you don't sit on the stool, it will be useless..."

"Sit down! Put it on!"

Decorah's face turned cold, and his eyes gradually darkened.

"Oh, good, good!"

Weihai Harris sat down on the stool in an instant, and then obediently put the sorting hat on his head.

"Ravenclaw!"

shouted the Sorting Hat.

This is also expected by everyone. People with this kind of abnormal mental state should enter Ravenclaw.

"Goodbye, prefect!"

He stood up quietly and said goodbye to the gloomy-looking Decorah.

Then he quickly ran to the Ravenclaw table.

Lifting up the stool and the Sorting Hat, Decorah walked out of the auditorium.

He had to take these to the principal's office.

Dumbledore had already told him the password to enter.

After putting the things away, Decorah walked out.

He didn't plan to go back to the auditorium to eat something, but went straight back to his dormitory.

"Are you still embarrassed to be here?"

Looking at the book spirit on the sofa with eight legs in the air, Decorah was furious.

【It's not my fault...】

"Yeah!"

Decorah was too tired to ignore it and went directly into the bathroom.

When he came out after washing, he saw the open bedroom door.

Take a look inside.

A big spider was slumped on the bed.

"Who let you in?"

[Why can’t you come in? I turned into a physical body just so I can be inseparable from you]

[Besides... the spiders are so cute, can you bear to drive them away?]

"..."

Decorah walked in and looked at Shu Ling silently.

a long time.

Shu Ling turned over carefully and moved his eight legs.

【Why are you looking at me like that...】

"I was thinking that Avada Kedavra before using the wand should not only be used on people, right?"

[Congratulations, you finally guessed it]

[Theoretically speaking, as long as it is a living creature with self-awareness, it can be done]

[But...why did you suddenly think of this...]

"Guess~"

[It’s not fun to guess...]

【that…】

[You don’t want to use me to kill Avada Kedavra, do you?]

"Congratulations, you guessed it right, hehe!"

Decorah smiled and froze the book spirit's entire spider.

[This spider body cannot withstand the power of Avada Kedavra at all, and...this is already your third year, and your strength has almost recovered a long time ago...]

[If you really ditch Avada Kedavra, this entity will be gone]

"Just kidding, why are you nervous?"

【This is a joke...】

"What happened to the joke?"

【nothing】

The book spirit jumped to the pillow and gave Decorah some air.

After yawning, Decorah lay on the bed, covered himself with the quilt, and prepared to sleep.

【Hey~】

"what!"

【nothing…】

Decorah frowned, but still closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

【I really fell asleep~】

【No way? 】

【I really fell asleep~】

【Hey~】

[Hmph...Since I am allowed to lie here by myself...]

【Who wants to sleep with you...】

The ethereal voice became lower and lower, from resentment to loss.

【I don’t care...】

Decorah closed his eyes and raised his hand, gently picked up the huddled spider, put it on the pillow, pulled up the quilt, and covered half of his body with it.

[I guess you are interesting...]

The big spider moved to Decorah's face and then fell asleep peacefully.