HP: Slytherin disguise

"I think we'll have to issue a voting form to the students this afternoon."

“See if they’re satisfied with the practical lessons.”

"And do it!"

Dumbledore changed the subject and concealed the fact that he had just discovered that a key person was missing.

"Then let me start making preparations first."

Professor McGonagall nodded, and then chatted with Dumbledore about the specific forms.

Then, he left here.

The display of practical class results is also coming to an end.

Until the end of the last group of competitions.

Percy loudly announced that the actual combat demonstration was over and asked everyone to disperse.

The crowd dispersed.

We walked towards the castle one after another, and it happened to be lunch time.

Everyone walked straight to the auditorium.

Decorah, who had been missing all morning, was also sitting in the auditorium, gnawing on a green apple.

However, those students looked at him with particularly intense eyes.

Like a hungry wolf seeing a piece of fat.

Mainly because the first grade competition was so exciting!

They were also excited about the fight, and they couldn't wait to compete and learn.

This also makes all students look forward to the practical classes being implemented soon.

So what if you get scolded and punished?

They would be happy even if Decorah yelled at them every day.

Decora felt bad.

Does he feel like his plan is going to fail?

Not only did the second-year students look at him with renewed fervor, but even the first-year students also looked at him with gratitude and respect.

It seems to be saying, we misunderstood you!

It turns out you only did this to make us better.

At the thought of this possibility, Decorah choked on her apple and coughed.

But it doesn't matter if he doesn't cough.

As soon as he coughed, almost all the students in the auditorium turned to look over.

A small number of first-year students stood up almost at the same time, holding various drinks in their hands.

But the one who is near the water and the tower first gets the moon.

Theodore poured a glass of apple juice directly to his mouth and said, "You can choke on an apple."

"Cough cough cough..."

"Bad luck..."

Decorah took it and drank it in one gulp.

Soon, he was slapped with a sour expression.

"Is this... an unripe apple..."

"vomit…"

Sore mouth and toothache.

Fortunately, Pansy handed him a glass of pumpkin juice in time.

I reluctantly took a few sips.

Decorah couldn't drink it anymore. The sour and sweet things were mixed together, and it tasted weird.

"Oh, I really can't stand it anymore..."

"I'm going to vomit..."

After a while, Decorah frowned.

His stomach was churning, and he stood up, covered his mouth, and left the auditorium quickly.

Theodore was left confused.

He looked at Pansy, who glared at him.

"I have no idea…"

"Who knew this apple juice was so sour..."

Theodore tried to struggle.

But Pansy didn't listen to his explanation at all, got up and left.

"Ugh!"

"I really didn't mean it!"

"Why does it have to be sour..."

He patted his head in annoyance.

He got up and chased after him.

"Hehehe...the prefect is still the same prefect..."

Jim had a silly smile on his face, but so did the students sitting around him.

Who says Decorah has changed?

Total nonsense.

How could their prefect be so irritable and yelling when he was so gentle?

But after the practical lessons start in the future.

They will pay a heavy price for their current ideas.

In the afternoon, Decorah walked into the Transfiguration classroom.

His appearance made all the students in the classroom look over, thinking that he was here to take over Professor McGonagall's class.

But they hoped that Decorah would come to inform them about practical lessons.

But Decorah didn't know what they were thinking.

He came to class.

This is because I was caught by Professor McGonagall when I was just wandering around.

Let him come to class first.

I'll have something important to do with him later.

Under the gaze of the students, Decorah chose an empty seat and sat down.

That's right.

Just like them, sitting in the lecture position.

So, Decorah is here to attend the lecture?

Are all of them overthinking?

Ron looked disappointed and thought he was about to take a practical class.

But Hermione was in high spirits.

Because since Decorah came to class, it meant that something must have happened.

It is impossible to come to class for no reason.

She really guessed these.

Harry turned his head, wanting to talk to Decorah.

But at this time.

Professor McGonagall walked in quickly, holding a stack of parchment in her hand.

Then came to the podium.

She first stretched out her hand to signal everyone to quiet down, and then said to Decorah: "Decorah, please send these voting forms."

"Ok."

Decorah stood up and went up like a student.

I took the forms and handed them out one by one.

"This is the voting form for the practical class!"

"You need to express your thoughts and some suggestions based on the actual combat display you watched this morning."

"first."

"You should first fill in whether you agree to join a practical class."

“Then write suggestions, ideas, dissatisfaction and disagreement below.”

"You will have one class period to fill in the form."

"Of course, it's not just you who are filling it out now. Now students in all classes have the same time to fill in one class."

“You guys need to really have your voice and your opinions heard.”

"Don't fill it in randomly."

"Because this form is very important!"

"In order to prevent someone from filling in maliciously or writing casually, after filling in, you need to write your name and grade."

"Besides, you can communicate in a low voice."

After Decorah handed out all the forms, Professor McGonagall just finished speaking.

"Okay, now if you don't understand anything, just ask Decorah."

"He is the teacher of practical classes."

After Professor McGonagall finished speaking, she hurriedly left.

Because outside the door, Filch and Hagrid were waiting for her.

Decorah was too embarrassed to sit back in his seat, so he could only walk back and forth.

Watch this group of students discussing in low voices.

Whispering.

"Hey~Decora!"

Ron whispered to Decorah and asked him to come over.

"what happened?"

Decorah walked over and bent down to ask.

"Does that mean that as long as there are more votes in favor of the practical class, the practical class can be implemented?"

"Of course it is."

"But you have to write down why you agree with the implementation of the practical class and why you want it to be implemented."

"And also write down the benefits..."

Faced with Ron's inquiry, Decorah explained to him.

"It would take three to four thousand words to complete this!"

Ron's eyes widened and he almost screamed.

Doesn't this cost him his life?

He hates writing the most. This hand must not be used for writing!

And there’s only one class left.

"Come on, I believe you!"

Decorah smiled happily and patted his shoulder in encouragement.

"Why don't you write?!"

Ron was dissatisfied.

"You're stupid! Decorah is a practical teacher!" Hermione couldn't stand it anymore. She didn't expect Ron to ask such a stupid question.

"It seems like..."

Ron scratched his head in embarrassment and quickly lowered his head to write.

"Why do you keep staring at me?"

Walking around to Harry, Decorah put her arm around his shoulders and laughed.

"Do I have an answer on my face?"

Decorah said the teacher's classic sayings.

Harry pushed up his glasses and said with a smile, "I'm looking to see if you look like a teacher."

"Oh? Is that like that?!"

Decorah's eyes lit up and she looked at him expectantly.

"Hmm - I don't know!"

"What do you mean you don't know! You've seen it, why don't you know?"

"I really didn't see it!"

"Then why are you looking at it?"

After gently pushing Harry's head, Decorah left directly.

Harry rubbed his head, lowered his head and quickly wrote the voting form.