HP: Slytherin disguise

But in fact, Decorah wasn't angry with them at all.

The only thing to blame is that damn curiosity.

God knows why he leaned over to look at it and wanted to poke it.

Decorah raised her head and looked at Teacher Quirrell. The latter looked at him for a while and then looked away.

"Merlin! What on earth is this man wearing a purple scarf thinking?"

After muttering, Decorah was a little irritated.

Although she didn't know what attracted her to this person, Decorah was sure that this person had unkind intentions.

In fact, his timid appearance gave people the feeling that he had done something bad.

On the teacher's bench.

"That's crazy!"

Professor McGonagall's serious face was extremely gloomy. She glanced at the four Harrys who were talking together and placed the cutlery on the plate angrily.

"Oh, I guess they're worried about their friends!"

"It's a good performance."

Dumbledore winked mischievously, making Professor McGonagall no longer angry.

"There will definitely be crazier ones later, these restless little guys! They will definitely get into trouble!" Snape suddenly said, staring at the four Harrys below with cold eyes.

"You shouldn't keep staring at these kids, they're scared of you!"

"The entire Hogwarts population is afraid of you!"

Professor McGonagall was dissatisfied with him staring at the students of his own college.

This is simply intimidating!

Everyone knew that Snape was the most unlikable, both in appearance, personality, and the way he spoke.

The ghostly figure, the cold tone, and the sinister eyes.

It's enough to scare any kid.

"No, you are wrong, there is a student who likes me." Snape said coldly.

He looked at Decorah, who was smiling brightly during the conversation.

Professor McGonagall also looked over.

Decorah, who noticed Snape's gaze, turned her head, a bright smile on her delicate face.

The flowing, fluffy light golden hair trembles as the head is turned. Under the reflection of the candlelight, it looks like a golden snitch, attracting people's eyes from time to time.

"Oh my God! What a good boy!"

"A cute and well-behaved little wizard!"

Professor McGonagall sighed, feeling that the breath she was holding was gone.

Professor Quirrell on the side also quietly raised his head and glanced, with a strange look on his timid face.

After dinner was over, the little wizards left the auditorium one by one.

Decorah sent away the two bodyguards who only knew how to eat. As soon as they came out of the auditorium and turned a corner, they were startled by the four Harrys hiding here.

"Oh, Harry!" Decorah still hugged Harry enthusiastically, without seeming to be angry at all.

"Are you guys okay?"

"Snape is really terrible. He actually deducted a full fifty-five points from you! He is simply crazy!"

"These points are enough to make you hated by your fellow Gryffindors for a long time!"

As soon as she let go of Harry, Decorah was hugged by Neville.

"Decora! I'm so sorry! I'm sorry!"

"I didn't mean it, I didn't know that the crucible would explode suddenly!"

Neville was on the verge of tears.

"I don't blame you, Neville, I was too curious, so I got injured!" Decorah patted Neville's back gently to express comfort.

It was because he was too curious.

"Oooh, I thought you were angry with me."

Neville hugged Decorah tightly, unwilling to let go.

"We are friends, aren't we? Why should I be angry? And I'm much better now. I just look badly injured."

"I can't breathe! Neville"

Decorah's pale face turned a faint pink.

It was obvious that he had been severely strangled.

"Neville let go!"

"Oh my God! Are you going to strangle Decorah?"

Ron and Hermione stepped forward and pulled Neville away, with helpless looks on their faces.

"Hagrid invited me to be a guest in his cabin. Do you want to go? It will be around five o'clock tomorrow afternoon because there are no classes tomorrow afternoon."

"I think we could go for a walk!"

At this moment, Harry suggested.

Ron was the first to nod in agreement, and Hermione and Neville were happy to follow.

Seeing several people looking at him, Decorah nodded quickly and said: "Of course! I really want to meet Hagrid, because he looks like a strong man! I wonder if he will lift me up and spin me around!"

"Hahaha!"

Ron and Neville laughed, and so did Hermione and Harry.

But not as exaggerated as the two of them.

"Decora, what are you doing?"

A slightly noble voice came, with indescribable dissatisfaction.

Several people turned their heads and saw a girl with short black hair and an elegant walk walking over.

The girl was wearing Slytherin robes, with her chin slightly raised, a proud look on her face, her arms folded, looking at the four Harrys appraisingly, with a look of disgust and disgust on her face.

This person is Pansy.

"I'm chatting, Pansy."

Decorah smiled when she saw Pansy.

"Talk to them? Let me see, a Muggle, a Weasley, and...this savior?"

"I think you're crazy, chatting with them?"

"Decora, you're a Malfoy!"

"Let the Master and Mrs. Malfoy know, they will be very angry!"

Pansy's face was filled with confusion and anger.

She walked over and glared at Harry and the other four, especially Hermione.

"It's you again! You're going crazy!"

After saying that, she pulled Decorah and left without giving Decorah a chance to refute.

Four people were left staring at each other.

"She looks like a witch!"

"Outrageous and unreasonable!"

Neville shouted angrily, his face turned red with anger.

Hermione turned around and ran away, wiping her tears with her hands, and ran back to the dormitory.

The remaining three people didn't know what to do.

the other side.

In the corridor, Pansy let go of Decorah's hand and crossed her arms again.

"Harry and I are friends, Pansy."

Decorah rubbed her wrist, feeling that Pansy was trying too hard.

"But there's a Mudblood in there too!"

"She's Harry's friend, not mine."

Pansy stared at Decorah's eyes for a long time, then breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I knew you wouldn't play with a mudblood."

"How could I forget that I am a Malfoy?" Decorah smiled faintly, his eyes were hazy, making it unreal.

"How can a person from a pure-blood family hang out with a Muggle-born person? Even half-bloods are not worthy of chatting with the noble Malfoy."

"Okay, whatever you want!" Pansy turned and left.

It was almost bedtime, so there was no way she could continue talking to Decorah.

Decorah looked at the darkness on the horizon. His blue eyes were covered with a layer of gray, which was bottomless and revealed an aura of danger.

"Friends? A Malfoy doesn't need friends."

Turning around and leaving the corridor, Decorah returned to Slytherin's dormitory building. The candlelight in the wall slot was a little dim, and the surroundings were extremely silent, adding a bit of mystery.

"Decora Malfoy."

As soon as they reached the corner of the stairs, a voice broke the silence.

Decorah looked up.

In the darkness around the corner, a figure stood, and a strange and strong smell of garlic filled the air.

"Professor Quirrell?"

After seeing the figure clearly, Decorah recognized this person.

It was Professor Quirrell who kept staring at him.