HP: Slytherin disguise

The sound of footsteps gradually approached, and a hurried figure appeared at the door.

Filch glanced into the room.

Then he lowered his head and followed Mrs. Norris back the same way and left here.

"It's weird..."

The murmur faded away.

Just as Decorah was about to go out, he saw a big spider quickly slipping past the door.

The sound of 'whoosh' was as fast as lightning.

"Why didn't you tell me it was poisonous?" After whispering, Decorah covered the back of his hand that was covered with blue spots. He suspected that his hand was poisoned.

Slowly getting out of the pile of cloth, Decorah choked on the dust.

Shaking the cobwebs from his hair.

He walked out quietly, and the corridors on both sides were empty.

Walk the way you come and go.

Decorah discovered that those movable stairs were still in operation, so...he was curious about which stairs he went to when he came.

"Hey! What are you doing!"

In the corridor, a middle-aged man in a portrait shouted.

Decorah looked over quickly.

"I'm lost. Do you know which stairs lead to the infirmary?"

"Oh, of course!"

"It's that wide staircase. You can find the way by taking that one!"

"Thank you!"

Decorah jumped up the approaching broad staircase.

The stairs felt someone coming up, so they slowly ascended, and finally met the corner of a corridor.

Decorah trotted around the corner.

Turning a corner, he saw the infirmary ahead.

Go through the corridor.

He pushed open the door directly and entered.

"Oh, kid~Long time no see!"

"I miss you so much."

Madam Pomfrey looked up, stood up and walked over with a smile on her face.

"Well, long time no see..."

Decorah scratched his head, and then made a hand of spider webs.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Sit down and talk."

"My hands seem a little swollen."

Decorah sat down obediently and raised the hand that had been stepped on by the book spirit.

The back of the white hand is covered with blue dots.

It can be seen that it has become slightly swollen.

"You are poisoned."

"It's just a poison on the skin. Fortunately, it's nothing serious!"

"Be more careful. What did you step on? Is it so poisonous?"

Madam Pomfrey has such a sharp eye that she can tell at a glance that something is wrong.

"Is it highly toxic? It's also poisonous if you step on it?"

Decorah looked confused.

"Of course, you have to drink some potion now."

Madam Pomfrey turned around and walked towards the room where the medicine was obtained, leaving Decorah alone and disheveled in the wind.

Then is his face going to be poisoned too?

Touching his face, Decorah felt that his face began to stiffen. This was not really poisoning, but a psychological effect.

"Drink it."

"You have to drink the remaining six bottles once a day."

Give Decorah seven small bottles of potion.

Madam Pomfrey followed suit and handed him a handful of sweets.

"Oh~ Ms. Pomfrey, you are so kind~"

When Decorah saw the candy, he thanked her in a long voice.

"Giggle cluck..."

"Hurry to the auditorium, lunch is about to begin."

"Go!"

Madam Pomfrey giggled.

"goodbye!!"

Decorah ran out of the infirmary, then quietly returned to the dormitory, took a quick shower, and changed into hospital clothes.

The potion was slightly bitter, so Decola mixed it with sugar and drank it.

The swelling on the back of my hand has gone down.

Decorah put the potion in his pocket, then went out and followed the flow of people to the auditorium.

Quickly come to your seat and sit down.

Decorah lowered his head and ate silently. He planned to run away as soon as possible after eating, hiding from the book spirit for as long as he could.

He didn't even tell him that he was poisonous.

Do you think he has a long life?

Halfway through eating, he raised his head and looked at Harry.

Harry blinked at him, as if he'd been staring at him the entire time.

"... "

Although I don’t know why I’m staring at him.

But Decorah still smiled solemnly.

He and Harry hadn't looked at each other for long before Hermione got up angrily, picked up her schoolbag and ran out of the Great Hall.

Ron looked confused, as if he said something to make Hermione angry, but he didn't know what he said was wrong.

Tilting her head, Decorah wanted to ask Harry what happened.

This is the smell of melon.

Harry turned to look at Ron, who was unhappy.

Then he turned around and raised his hand to gesture with him a few times.

Decorah didn't understand what he was gesturing about, but he thought it was about Ron and Hermione.

In order to cover up that he didn't understand, there was no tacit understanding between the two.

Decorah had an "I know" expression on her face and nodded vigorously.

Harry, who was behind the Gryffindor table, looked shocked.

"I asked Decorah whether spiders are poisonous, and he said they are, and they are highly poisonous!!"

He looked at Ron instantly.

Ron's eyes widened and he shivered in fright.

"Then why did Decorah keep a poisonous spider..."

"Ah no, that seems to be his friend...ah!"

"What if it bites us?"

"It's over, it's over!" Ron was so frightened that he couldn't even eat the chicken legs.

"Uh...it shouldn't bite us..."

Harry felt that the spider should...should not bite them.

After all, they were Decorah's friends.

After drinking the last sip of pumpkin juice, Decorah got up and walked out of the auditorium.

"Hey Decorah!!"

"Any plans?!"

George and Fred jumped out of nowhere and put their arms around his shoulders.

"what's the plan?"

Decorah pushed the two away with a look of disgust on his face.

"Oh you!"

"Ah! What's your plan? We've all been busy lately!"

"Is there anything fun?"

Fred had a wicked smile on his face. They had run out of pranks, and they were inevitably feeling bored.

"Ow~"

Decorah smiled.

Then his expression changed instantly under the expectant gazes of the two people.

"no!"

"Let's have some fun!"

Patting his coat, he walked straight forward.

"you!?"

George looked shocked.

What about the promised iron triangle of friendship? Why do you just change your face now?

"Hey! Wait for us!"

Fred pulled George after him.

"You want to play, right? Then you go and compete with Peeves! He is not a good person!"

"Compare yourself with him and see who is better."

"Maybe you can learn from Peeves' prank abilities!"

"Go!"

Decorah raised his hand and pushed the two of them forward.

Then an inscrutable smile and mysterious aura appeared behind his hands.

"Oh~ That makes sense!"

"This Peeves does have a certain level!"

"Yes..."

Fred and George looked at each other, smiled, then turned around instantly, stood upright, and saluted Decorah in unison.

"Thanks for the guidance, prefect!"

"We will definitely take Peeves' head and hand it over to you!"

"Wait for our good news!"

The two shouted a few words decisively, then turned around and left with firm steps.

The corners of Decorah's mouth twitched, and he could feel the doubtful and strange looks from the students passing by.

A dry cough.

He just ran away.

Although he is a little embarrassed, as long as he is thick-skinned, he will not feel embarrassed...

In the afternoon, we have our first Care of Magical Creatures class.

Decorah walked out of the castle holding the big book "The Monster Book of Monsters".

The weather is humid and the drizzle has just stopped.

The air is very refreshing.

Even the grass under your feet was covered with water drops and felt soft when you stepped on it.