HP: Slytherin disguise

"But Decorah is still a student!"

"He's different from those professors!"

"What if we do encounter Sirius Black while searching?!"

Ron yelled.

He was very angry at Hermione's rebuke to him.

"Keep your voice down!!!"

Hermione yelled angrily, frightening the students lying around.

"Both of you, please keep your voices down..."

Harry was startled and hurriedly whispered to comfort them.

Ron was really shocked by Hermione's shouting and huddled in his sleeping bag, speechless.

This also made his face turn red.

Harry tried to reconcile the two, but unfortunately neither of them paid attention to the other, and by the way, they also ignored Harry.

The three of them can all sense that the other is awake.

Staring at the dark ceiling in a daze.

Decorah followed Dumbledore and met the group of teachers in the staff room.

Dumbledore began to assign tasks.

Ask several people to work in groups and search every corner of the castle.

When everyone dispersed in a hurry and hurriedly inspected the entire castle.

There were only two people left in the staff lounge.

Dumbledore turned his attention to Decorah.

Seeing him look over, Decorah grinned.

This smile is bright, sunny, cheerful, bright and warm.

"I think it is necessary for me to ask and understand why you knew something was going to happen and that it was about Sirius Black."

"Can you give me a reasonable explanation? Decorah."

"I don't want you to fool me with excuses and reasons."

"After all, I'm just old, not stupid."

"Take your time and think about how to answer my question. I hope you can give me an answer soon."

Dumbledore frowned slightly, his face serious.

He didn't think it was a coincidence, an accident, or just something Descola said casually.

If he really thinks so, he is definitely out of his mind.

Something is obviously wrong, something fishy.

From that statement he could deduce that Decorah knew something was going to happen and knew that it was Sirius Black who had broken in.

Because from beginning to end.

The calmest person in the entire Hogwarts is Decorah.

There is no doubt about this, facing a prisoner who escaped from Azkaban, and a prisoner who killed people on the street.

No one can stay calm.

Including himself.

But Decorah was too calm and didn't seem to have any surprise.

Even when Professor Lupine came to him and said that there was something wrong with Decorah, that there was nothing to fear, and that he killed the Boggart, he had never been so suspicious.

But it was what Decorah said subconsciously.

Let him completely suspect that something is wrong with Decorah.

There was something strangely wrong about him.

Why would he know? Did he get the information in advance?

But how could a child know the news that he didn't even know, and know it better than he did, and predict it in advance?

It's incredible.

So he had to doubt Decorah.

Crossing his arms, Decorah also frowned.

Say it subconsciously and get him into big trouble.

Dumbledore, this old man, would never let him go until he gave him a satisfactory and affirmative answer.

What should I say...

The more he thought about it, the sadder Decorah became.

But soon.

It really made Decorah come up with a reasonable, useful reason that paved the way for the future!

"What it told me, something subconsciously told me that this was going to happen."

"But I just knew something was going to happen."

"Sirius Black will barge in."

Decorah suppressed a smile, raised her hand and imitated Wei Hai's movements, pointing to her head.

The more he talked, the more he felt like laughing.

In order to suppress his smile, his pale face turned a strange light pink color.

It's like being sick.

"it?"

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, then took the temperature of Decorah's forehead with the back of his hand.

Very cold.

He must be sick.

"What I said is true! I'm not sick!"

How could Decorah not see that Dumbledore thought he was sick and talking nonsense? !

"Then can you tell me more carefully? My child."

Dumbledore knelt down and raised his hands to hold his cold face.

"It may sound a little strange."

“I can predict things ahead of time, like in first grade.”

"It tells me where the Philosopher's Stone is."

"Although I don't know why I wanted to get the Philosopher's Stone, I went because I was curious and wanted to confirm whether it was true."

"What I didn't expect was that I actually got the Philosopher's Stone."

"The other time was the secret room in the second grade. I was able to know where the secret room was in advance..."

"It's amazing, like a sudden prediction!"

"Same this time!"

"Sirius Black will definitely sneak in."

"He'll come in."

As he spoke, Decorah's cheeks turned redder and redder.

But Dumbledore couldn't feel the heat on his face at all.

This made him doubt that Decorah was not feeling well right now.

"I see."

"Precognition...prophetic ability..."

"Then why didn't you choose to take a divination class?"

Dumbledore hesitated to ask Decorah to go to the infirmary, but before hesitating, he asked another question.

"Because I don't think it's necessary."

"This is telling me directly that the announcement that suddenly appeared in my mind is not my own prophecy."

"So it has nothing to do with the divination class..."

Decorah was trying hard to tell the lie.

As long as it is round, he can get rid of doubts.

Although Dumbledore will definitely hold on to him in the future.

But it's better than doubting it.

"I understand!"

"Come on, you have to go to the infirmary."

Dumbledore stood up, no longer asking about these topics that he desperately wanted to know.

Instead, he chose to let Decorah go to the infirmary to check his physical condition.

Soon, they arrived at the infirmary.

Madam Pomfrey was still there, searching every corner of the infirmary with Madam Pince.

Now the castle is almost brightly lit and full of people.

"Headmaster Dumbledore!"

"You finally brought him here!"

"He still needs to drink some potion!"

Madam Pomfrey walked over quickly and took the lead to check if Decorah was showing signs of illness.

"Please bring the bottle of gray potion I left in the pharmacy, Ms. Pince!"

She turned to look at Mrs. Pince.

"no problem!"

Mrs. Pince pushed open the door and entered the room known as the pharmacy.

"There is no trace of him in the infirmary or library. Do you have any clues?"

"No, not yet, Minerva and the others are still searching."

"Maybe he's gone."

"That's great. I hope he has left..."

While the two were chatting, Decorah took the potion handed over by Mrs. Pince and drank it.

After waiting for a while, Dumbledore took him away.

On the way to other castles.

You can also meet ghosts floating around and follow them to investigate.

Decorah couldn't figure out what Dumbledore was thinking.

He didn't know how much Dumbledore believed his words.

Maybe I don't believe it at all.

But no matter what he says, it must be very convincing.

An ability similar to precognition.

How terrible this is.

If Dumbledore believed it, he would definitely hope that he would go to Professor Sybill Trelawney to communicate with him about divination.

After all, Professor Trelawney is a descendant of the Prophet.

He is also a prophet whose predictions are extremely accurate.

But he really didn't like the divination class very much.

If he really likes it, he will definitely choose this course when filling in the electives.

It's a pity that he didn't like it and didn't even look at it.