HP: Slytherin disguise

When Decorah woke up, he found himself lying on the hospital bed.

The infirmary was extremely quiet.

He sat up, his head spinning.

"The crucible can be boiled and exploded?"

"Merlin, this is unbelievable!"

With a sigh, Decorah turned over and got out of bed, turned around and looked at the torn clothes. The boils on the arms inside had been eliminated, but there were still red marks.

It seems to have been burned.

"It's murder!"

Cursing, Decorah put on her shoes and walked out of the infirmary.

The journey was smooth and he soon returned to his dormitory.

It was already dark, and there were still students walking around in the dormitory corridor.

Decorah closed the door hard, opened the closet, took out the brand new Slytherin house uniform and put it on.

Then he plunged into bed.

After closing the curtain, Decorah took out the mysterious book placed under the pillow.

Before he even moved, the book eagerly opened automatically.

【Fortunately, you still remember me】

"Of course!" Decorah cut his arm skillfully, smelling the blood, and the golden threads poured out, greedily absorbing it.

"You're really too heavy, otherwise I would put you in my pocket so I wouldn't miss the sacrifice time."

Decorah complained.

The mysterious book trembled, and the exquisite fonts appeared.

[I’m glad you thought of this. I can turn it into a mark and imprint it on your arm]

[This way you can check the tasks and talk to me at any time]

【I will automatically drink enough blood every day】

The golden thread receded, and Decorah frowned after healing it as before.

"Is this okay?"

【certainly】

"Is it okay here?"

Decola stretched out his right arm and pointed to the upper half of his wrist.

[Of course, this is definitely a good place]

As the golden light shone, the mysterious book floated, and then turned into golden glowing particles, rushing to the place pointed by Decorah and seeping into it.

Wait for the golden light to disappear.

The mysterious book disappeared, and a dark golden circular, complex and mysterious pattern appeared on his arm.

[You can summon my prototype at any time, just say 'current']

Black fonts appeared on his fair arms.

"Is there any task to trigger?"

[There is no triggering mission that meets the conditions. Contractors can temporarily forget these worrying things and spend this happy time happily. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is really great, and you can make good friends there. 】

[The contractor is still a child in theory, a first-year freshman, so he shouldn’t think so much]

[Maybe someone has paved the way for you...]

"what?"

Decorah looked confused, and the last part of the sentence disappeared quickly before he could read it clearly.

[After triggering the mission, I will remind you that it is time for you to rest, Decorah]

The font slowly dissipated, and Decorah felt strange.

Shu Ling seems to have always called him 'Contractor'. Why did he suddenly say his name just now?

Inside the auditorium.

Decorah hurriedly hurriedly finally arrived a few minutes before dinner started.

He just sat down.

Then I felt the gazes coming from different places in all directions.

"Decora! Great, you're okay!"

Gore ate his snacks with a happy face.

"Yes, we wanted to enter the infirmary, but Madam Pomfrey kicked us out." Crabbe stretched his head and said.

"Thank you two gentlemen for your concern. I don't want to pay attention to you for the time being."

Decorah turned his head and was too lazy to pay attention to these two people.

"Oh my god, you have red marks all over your neck!"

Beside him, Theodore raised his hand and touched his neck.

"Neville is such an idiot. He can boil and explode a cauldron! God, I don't know how he does it!"

Decorah complained to Theodore.

Not forgetting to glare at Neville with a concerned look.

"He glared at me. Decorah was angry. Is he angry with me?!" Neville screamed, with a frown on his face.

"No! Neville!"

Ron retorted.

Just when Neville thought Ron was comforting him, Ron continued: "Decora is just angry with you!"

"Ron!!"

Hermione looked at Ron, who was about to make Neville cry, and shouted angrily.

"Sorry sorry!"

Ron also felt that he had gone too far and quickly apologized.

"You guys are great!! You've only been here a few days and you already got fifty-five points from Gryffindor!!!"

Just then, two young men who looked exactly the same came over.

They surrounded the four people and kept jumping and spinning in circles.

"It's really cool! Look at it! Professor McGonagall's face is as dark as Snape's clothes!"

"Oh! Oh my gosh! That's so cool!"

"Fred! George!"

Ron was a little angry because he was afraid. He finally overcame his fear, but now he is afraid again.

"Ron you are awesome!!"

The two said in unison, and then ran away.

"Are they really your brothers?" Hermione looked strange.

"Yes! They just like to make fun of me!"

Ron said angrily, his eyes quietly drifting to the teacher's chair.

"I think Snape is going to have a fit."

Neville said suddenly. Several people looked up and saw Snape staring at them with a gloomy face.

As expected.

As soon as Dumbledore announced that dinner was ready, Snape stood up.

"A sad thing happened in the underground classroom today."

He drawled, his voice cold.

The students in the auditorium all looked up at him, and Harry and the four of them suddenly felt something bad.

next moment.

Snape looked at them.

"Neville Longbottom foolishly boiled and exploded the cauldron, causing a mess in the classroom! He also caused classmate Decorra injuries all over his body!"

"Twenty points from Gryffindor for this!"

"Then, three little wizards left the underground classroom privately in the same class! They ran to the infirmary! Ten points for each!"

"They are Harry Potter! Hermione Granger! Ron Weasley!"

"And Ron will be deducted five points for contradicting the teacher!"

"Exactly fifty-five minutes!"

"In just one lesson! They made their house deduct fifty-five points, setting a record in the history of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!!!"

As he said that, Snape gave Harry a cold look.

Then he withdrew his gaze and said, "I would like to remind everyone that you are not allowed to leave the classroom or appear in the corridor during class!"

“Freshman or senior!”

After finishing speaking word by word, Snape sat down.

The auditorium was quiet for a while, and then burst into discussions and jeers.

Especially Gryffindor students.

Everyone looked at Harry and the other four with hatred.

The same was true for the senior students, their faces full of anger. It seemed that if they weren't in the auditorium, they would have to get up and cause trouble for the four Harrys.

Ron shrank his neck and suddenly felt that the chicken drumsticks on the long table no longer smelled good.

"I feel like the anger in their eyes is coming out!"

Neville whispered.

"Of course! We let the college deduct fifty-five points!" Hermione felt the eyes from all directions and wanted to find a crack to hide in.

"Oh my God! Why should I go to the infirmary with you!"

Hermione looked regretful as she snuck out of the classroom after the two of them.

Harry didn't listen at all to the conversation between the three of them.

He looked at Decorah chatting with friends at the long table opposite, feeling a little nervous and regretful.

Decorah won't be angry with them, right?

Will they ignore them?

These thoughts filled Harry's mind.