HP: Slytherin disguise

Dumbledore opened the door to the infirmary.

It was a little dark inside, and many candles had been blown out, as if they were afraid of affecting the patient's sleep.

He immediately saw Decorah lying on the hospital bed.

Walking over, Dumbledore pulled up a chair and sat down next to the bed.

At this time, Decorah was still sleeping.

He had no idea that someone was coming and was watching him all the time.

He is dreaming now. In the dream, a strange old man comes over and follows him. No matter where he goes, the old man keeps following him.

Frowning, Decorah wanted to escape from this weird old man.

Before he could run far away.

The old man stretched out his hand, and the arm stretched directly and flew towards him.

Then catch him.

"Merlin!"

He suddenly raised his hand and slapped it, and heard a 'pop' sound.

Then, the old man's hand was slapped away, and the old man stared at him resentfully.

He muttered a hoarse and weird voice.

As if cursing him.

But he was very proud that he defeated the old man.

Looking at his slapped hand, Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, and then he felt confused about whether to laugh or cry.

Just now.

He was watching Decorah sleep, but Decorah kicked off the quilt.

It's almost November.

It was cold, so he went to tuck Decorah back into bed.

As a result, as soon as he stretched out his hand, he was hit.

Judging from Decorah's expression in his sleep, he seemed a little triumphant.

"Take the quilt tightly, otherwise it will be cold..."

Dumbledore continued to stretch out his hand helplessly, fearing that Decorah would hit him again, so he could only say something softly.

Although Decorah fell asleep.

But to say the least, he felt at ease.

But the surprise is.

When he covered Decorah with the quilt again, Decorah stopped beating him, but moved her hands and continued to sleep.

But the hand that hit Dumbledore remained outside.

Dumbledore took his hand and put it under the quilt.

However, just when he was about to take his hand back, he found that his hand was being held.

Decorah took his hand, pulled it to his face, and rubbed it.

Then he smiled stupidly.

"Hehehe..."

Dumbledore smiled, his expression gentle, and his eyes behind his half-moon glasses shone softly.

"It would be great if you were really a carefree child..."

"But you know everything, you know life and death, you know choices, you know the future, and you know what your last name represents..."

"What will you choose in the future..."

"Good boy..."

He stretched out his other hand to touch Decorah's white face.

then.

Dumbledore and Decorah looked at each other.

Yes, Decorah happened to be awake.

He was staring at Dumbledore with his big gray-blue eyes.

The atmosphere gradually became awkward.

Dumbledore coughed dryly, silently took away his hand from touching Decorah's face, and then quietly took it back.

"Good evening, principal."

Decorah slowly sat up, and then felt something.

He quickly looked at his left hand. At this moment, he was holding the other hand. That hand was very old.

and so…

He looked up his hand and looked at Dumbledore again.

Silently he let go of his hand.

Decorah scratched his head.

"Well, what time is it?"

To hide his embarrassment, he asked what time it was.

"It's dinner time now."

"Snape said you were lying down in the infirmary, so I came to see you."

"After all, as the principal, I should come and visit the sick teacher."

"Of course, you fell asleep."

"I didn't bother you."

Dumbledore had a trademark smile on his face and seemed not to feel any embarrassment just now.

"That's it. Have you eaten?"

Decorah didn't know what to say, so he started chatting awkwardly to find a topic.

Mainly because he really didn't understand why he was holding Dumbledore's hand!

Pulling hands?

He suddenly thought of his dream.

In the dream, the old man who had been following him and wanted to reach out to catch him turned into a glowing angel. The angel held his hand and then let go.

He held the angel's hand without letting go, and even pulled it to his face, rubbing his cheek against it...

Does that mean...

The old man was following him in the dream because Dumbledore was sitting next to him and watching him?

This is conjectured.

In his dream, he reached out and hit Dumbledore's hand.

And the hand that was grabbing and rubbing was also Dumbledore's hand? !

Eyes widened.

Decorah looked at Dumbledore with a strange expression, even speechless to himself.

"I just had some at the party."

"You must be hungry, right?"

"Would you like something to eat?"

Dumbledore knew that Decorah had recovered, so he replied with a smile and asked him if he wanted to eat something.

"I do not…"

Decorah was about to say that she wasn't hungry.

A burger appeared in Dumbledore's hand, and he handed it to him directly: "Eat it!"

"Muggle delicacies are worth tasting."

"It definitely didn't taste good when it was cold last time. This time it's hot. Eat it quickly."

When he didn't answer, Dumbledore fed it directly to his mouth.

A smile and expectation on his face.

Decorah was silent, but finally took it and took a bite.

Don't tell me yet.

really tasty!

The temptation of delicious food made him forget the embarrassment just now and Dumbledore's inexplicable visit to see him.

No matter what.

He didn't believe that Dumbledore would be so kind as to come and see him.

But for food's sake.

He chose to forget.

"Hmm~ It tastes good. The hot one is indeed hundreds of times better than the cold one!"

"Although it's high in calories."

“But if you eat it once in a while, it’s still very healthy!”

Decorah admired as he ate.

Filling the mouth full makes the cheeks bulging, like a cute hamster.

Just two words: cute!

Dumbledore's smile became more intense, and his white flowers, thick hair and beard made him more affable, like a kind elder.

"Eat slowly, there is still more."

He raised his hand and wiped the vegetable leaves from the corner of Decorah's mouth with his fingertips.

"Ok!"

Decorah nodded vigorously, and while eating, he did not forget to stretch his hand in front of Dumbledore.

He said vaguely: "You...have a try..."

“Super delicious…”

Delicious food must be shared.

"I will not eat."

Unsurprisingly, Dumbledore refused.

Decorah didn't care and continued to eat his own.

"Have some drinks."

A cup of Coke appeared, Dumbledore inserted the straw and fed it to Decorah's mouth again.

Decorah turned her head and took a big sip.

Then continue eating.

Dumbledore was not idle either, not only holding a Coke to him, but also feeding him chips with the other hand.

Decorah directly enjoys VIP treatment.

The door to the infirmary was quietly pushed open, and three little heads poked in.

Saw this scene directly.

"Mei...Lin..."

Ron was speechless.

The three people quickly retracted their heads, quietly closed the door of the infirmary, and ran to the wall to catch their breath.

"Oh my God!"

"Since Professor Dumbledore feeds Decorah..."

"It's unbelievable!"

"I'm not dreaming, am I?"

Ron exclaimed softly.

Even Hermione and Harry opened their eyes wide, becoming more and more shocked when they thought of the scene just now.

"They can't be related!"

Hermione rubbed her eyes, feeling that this was the most likely possibility.

"This...should...be normal..."

Harry tried to analyze: "Decora is a teacher at Hogwarts. She was poisoned and fell ill. Professor Dumbledore went to visit...it makes sense!"

"As for feeding Decorah...well..."

"It should be because..."

"Well...it should be because..."

Harry stumbled and couldn't come up with a reluctant reason.

Ron interrupted him directly: "Professor Dumbledore is recognized as the strongest white wizard in the magical world!"

"he…"

"Oh! It's unbelievable!"

"hard to believe!"

With that said, Ron raised his hand and patted his face to calm himself down and stop being so excited.