HP: Slytherin disguise

Snape's expression looked intriguing.

"Sit down, Decorah!"

"Okay, two people work together, let's make a simple potion to treat boils first!"

Next, Snape taught them several times.

The students began to try it.

Decorah looked at the slug, poked it curiously, and then threw it into the crucible to cook.

Snape watched them weighing a thousand nettles and crushing snake fangs, moving back and forth to examine them.

From time to time, students are criticized.

Until Decorah quickly brewed a potion to cure boils.

Snape came to him, a look of satisfaction on his cold face.

"Well done, Decorah!"

Smart students are the most lovable, not to mention that Snape was supposed to pay attention to and take care of Decorah. Now it seems that even if Lucius Malfoy didn't tell him, he would pay special attention to Decorah.

Wait for Snape to leave and then turn elsewhere.

Ron turned around and covered his mouth and said with a smile: "Oh my god, Snape can't even handle your hair. Neville was so frightened that he almost fainted."

"Decora, you are so cool!" Harry also quietly turned around.

"You are so amazing! I don't even know how to describe it. Also, thank you."

Harry's eyes were clear, allowing Decorah to see him.

Decorah smiled and whispered: "Hey, we are good friends!"

At this moment, a strong acidic smoke came out of the underground classroom, and there was a loud "bah" sound. Neville somehow managed to burn the cauldron into a crooked piece.

The potion inside spilled onto the stone floor, burning holes in the shoes of the surrounding students.

Almost instantly, all the students stood on the stools.

"Oh my god!!"

Decorah exclaimed and walked over curiously. He reached out and wanted to poke the twisted crucible, but was stopped by Hermione.

Strong curiosity made Decorah question his soul.

"How did you do that??!"

"Why does it look like this?"

Taking a closer look, Decorah suddenly asked: "Will it explode suddenly?"

Bang!

As white smoke rose, a crucible exploded directly into the air, flipped several times in the air, fell to the ground, and fell into pieces.

"Oh no!!

Decorah exclaimed and was instantly doused with potion.

Everyone was stunned.

Harry reacted and ran towards Decorah. Just as he was about to get closer to ask about the injury, he was pushed away by Snape who was approaching.

Snape waved his wand, and the potion and cauldron on the ground disappeared.

"Decora!!"

As soon as he passed, Decorah seemed to have found support.

He jumped directly into Snape's arms.

"Dean!!"

"This is murder! This is murder!"

"This crucible is going to blow me up! It's trying to kill me!!"

"I need to tell my dad!"

Decorah was a little incoherent, and his voice was choked with tears.

"Let me see your injuries quickly! Decorah!"

Snape was even more anxious than Decorah.

But Decorah hugged her too tightly, and her whole body was buried in his arms.

I won't be able to check it for a while.

He then looked at the stunned students.

"Everyone get off the stool!!!"

"Neville!!! Are you going to blow up the classroom?!!"

"And Hermione!! Why didn't you tell him he should take the cauldron off the fire before putting out the porcupine quills!!"

"Will it look bad if he makes a mistake?"

Snape's roar frightened the freshmen in several houses.

Hermione's eyes gradually turned red.

Neville covered his right hand with the boil, and was so frightened that he froze in place. Ron opened his mouth wide, and his expression froze in shock.

"Sir! I think he didn't mean it, and we need to check Decorah's injuries now!!"

Harry said suddenly, his tone extremely urgent.

Snape looked at Harry coldly, and finally turned his head and gently pulled out Decorah, who was crying softly in his arms.

A closer look revealed that the side of Decorah's face was covered with red marks and red boils, from his neck to his chin and on the right side of his body. His clothes were burned with holes, and his arms and backs of his hands were also covered with boils. .

It hurts just to look at it.

Snape knelt down and picked up Decorah, then stood up and looked at Neville, "Idiot! Follow me!"

Then, he quickly walked out of the classroom.

"Follow me, Neville!" Hermione, with red eyes, pushed Neville.

Neville finally woke up, wiped his tears and ran out.

"I think we should go check it out!"

Harry said with firm eyes, the three of them looked at each other and slipped out of the underground classroom.

Infirmary.

"Oh my God! Poor kid!"

Madam Pomfrey looked at Decorah in Snape's arms, feeling extremely distressed.

Then he took out the potion and fed it to Decorah.

He took out the cooling plaster that reduced the burning pain, tore open Decorah's black robe, and applied it gently.

Decorah choked up while lying on the hospital bed, tears overflowing from her eyes.

"Don't be afraid, child! This unpleasant period will be over soon! Don't be afraid!" Madam Pomfrey comforted softly, applying the plaster more gently.

Neville was sitting on the other hospital bed, his head shrinking.

He also drank some potion and applied some plaster.

Snape stared at Neville, his expression getting worse and worse as he looked at him, his eyes particularly fierce.

It gives people the feeling of breaking out at any time.

The three people hiding outside the door of the infirmary huddled in the corner and whispered.

"Oh my God! Snape is so scary! He's like a ghost!"

"He's been targeting Harry!"

"And poor Neville!"

"Snape is like that, he always deducts points from Fred and George!"

"I think he will announce the deduction soon!!"

"Oh! Decorah looks very hurt! I told Neville not to worry, but he just didn't listen!"

Hermione wiped her eyes, her voice trembling.

"It's okay, Decorah will be okay! He's getting treatment!"

"Yes, Hermione, don't worry."

The two hurriedly comforted the depressed Hermione, which made her mood improve a lot.

Harry quietly looked through the crack in the door at Decorah, who was lying on the hospital bed inside. He was so anxious that he couldn't wait to rush in now.

at this time.

Snape turned his head sharply, startling Harry.

He quickly shrank back.

Immediately afterwards, footsteps were heard, and Snape suddenly opened the door of the infirmary and looked at the three people hiding by the wall.

"You are ignoring classroom discipline! Ignoring Hogwarts school rules!!!"

"Ten points for each of you three! Remember! It's everyone!"

"And that idiot who made a mess in the classroom, blew up the cauldron, and disrupted the class! Twenty points will be deducted from him!!"

"Fifty points in total! Fifty points were deducted from Gryffindor because of you!"

Snape stared at them with a vicious tone.

"We're here to see our friends!" Ron was a little angry and muttered in dissatisfaction.

"Five points from Gryffindor! Confronting the teacher!"

Ron's eyes widened and he was about to shout when Harry and Hermione stopped him.

"Okay idiots, now! Immediately! Immediately! Go back to the classroom! Wait for get out of class to end!!!"

Snape ordered.

The three of them had no choice but to leave the corridor of the infirmary obediently.

Ron was screaming almost all the way.

"Oh my God! Fifty-five points!! Professor McGonagall will kill us!"

"Snape is absolutely crazy! Crazy points deduction!"

"I can guarantee that once Professor McGonagall finds out, she will kill us!!"

"No!! Merlin!!"

"Shut up! Ron!"

Hermione shouted angrily.

"Points have been deducted, and there is nothing you can do to get it back!!"

"Instead of doing this, why not go back to the classroom and think about how to make potions!"

With that said, Hermione angrily left the two of them behind and walked quickly towards the underground classroom.

"I!"

Ron's eyes widened and he was speechless.

"Hermione has a point, Ron."

"We shouldn't be downcast and complaining to each other. We might as well think about how to refine the potion."

Harry looked at Ron and said seriously.

"Okay! I'm too anxious. I'm just too scared. Professor McGonagall is super serious."

"Okay! Let's go back and make the potion. Maybe we can make it and use it for Neville who continues to fry the pot next time!"

Harry and Ron both laughed.

The two hurried back to the underground classroom.