HP: Slytherin disguise

Decorah raised his hand to cover the chest that was hit, gasping for breath, blood beads appeared on his bruised forehead and dripped down his pale cheek.

His cold eyes stared at Professor Quirrell who was screaming and struggling.

In the end, Decorah clutched her chest, quickly climbed up from the stairs, and staggered up the stairs.

Chaotic footsteps echoed in the corridor.

The lights in the bedrooms on both sides have long been turned off.

It is estimated that many students have been asleep for a long time.

Pushing open the door to the dormitory, Decorah squeezed in, looked around at the dark corridor outside the dormitory, and then closed the door.

The candlelight in the bedroom was still on.

Theodore was sitting on the bed reading a book.

Theodore, who heard the noise, turned the pages of the book without raising his head, "I thought you couldn't find the way back to the dormitory."

Theodore, who didn't get a response, looked up, and the next second, he stood up.

"Decora?"

"you…"

Theodore opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't ask any more questions. He just walked over and supported Decorah, who was trembling slightly.

After helping him to the bench, he went to get the water.

Decorah leaned back on the chair, closed his eyes tiredly, and let Theodore wipe the blood on his face with a wet towel.

The quiet atmosphere was particularly depressing.

There was only the sound of Theodore changing the water.

Theodore, who was squatting on the ground, frowned tightly and gently picked up Decorah's bloody hand.

He looked up at Decorah, who was pale.

Then he lowered his head and wiped it gently.

"You won't tell anyone, Theodore..."

Decorah's voice was hoarse, without any offensive power.

The fingertips paused, and Theodore did not reply, but silently wiped his blood.

Tears overflowed from his eyes, and Decorah sniffed, feeling extremely wronged. He missed his father and mother now, and wanted to be held by them, comforting him softly, and blowing his wounds.

As if aware that Decorah was crying, Theodore raised his head.

He stood up and bent down to wipe Decorah's tears with his hands, and said softly: "Don't cry, it will be fine."

Decorah threw herself into Theodore's arms, crying no longer.

"Everything I didn't want to do was forced by him!"

The voice was a little dull with chokes.

Theodore was silent for a moment, and finally nodded: "Yes, it's okay now."

He knew how badly Decorah was injured, and he also knew that Decorah had been cast one of the three unforgivable Cruciatus Curses.

Blatant attack on a Malfoy at Hogwarts.

Moreover, he also carried out a deadly attack. There is definitely an ulterior secret in this.

"You need to take care of your wound now."

After Theodore comforted Decorah, he began to conduct a comprehensive inspection of the wound.

Seeing the hair that had been dyed red and solidified by blood, Theodore touched the back of his head. The wet liquid touched his hand. When he looked back, he saw that it was full of blood.

He had to clamp Decorah's hair with something, quickly wipe away the blood, apply healing potion, and then wrap a bandage.

During this period, Decorah slowly relaxed.

"We need to go to the infirmary tomorrow."

"You just said you fell down the stairs, although this reason seems incredible."

After simply bandaging the wound, Theodore said.

When he didn't get a response, he sighed helplessly, because Decorah had already fallen asleep.

He looked very tired.

Theodore could only hold Decorah on the bed, take off his bloody coat and shirt, then lower his head and take off his shoes, then pull up the quilt and cover him.

Stand next to the bed.

He looked at the sleeping Decorah, with imperceptible worry flashing in his eyes.

"What the hell!"

Theodore closed the curtains and extinguished the candles, then returned to his bed and lay down.

As the first ray of sunlight shines on the earth.

The sun also shows its true face.

The students all got up and welcomed the new day.

On this day, the freshmen completely integrated into the life and order of Hogwarts.

When everyone was dressed neatly and came to the auditorium to sit down and have a meal, some people were worried.

"Why didn't Decorah come to breakfast?"

"do not know!"

Harry looked at the empty spot, his bad feeling getting stronger.

Since last night, he has been inexplicably flustered.

Ron was eating a big chicken drumstick and replied vaguely, "You should swallow what's in your mouth before talking!" Hermione was a little disgusted.

"I think he got up late, missed the time, or got lost!" Neville guessed.

"I think something happened to him!"

Harry said suddenly, and the three of them immediately stopped eating and looked at him.

"Something must have happened to Decorah!" Harry said seriously, looking into the eyes of the three of them.

Several people looked at each other and saw shock, worry and doubts about Harry in each other's eyes.

Infirmary.

"You were really careless, kid! Why did you fall from such a high staircase?!"

Madam Pomfrey took out various potions and hurriedly treated his wounds carefully.

"I'm too anxious."

Decorah explained weakly.

"Don't tell me you would break your hand like this! It's obviously a wound caused by scratching! Oh my God!"

By the time Madam Pomfrey finished her work, Decorah's forehead and the back of her head had been wrapped in thick bandages, and the fingers of both hands were carefully wrapped in bandages, leaving no gaps exposed.

"Really! You were injured yesterday, and you were so seriously injured today. I almost suspect that you were tricked by someone!" Pomfrey kept chattering, but he also knew not to disturb the patient's rest.

Decorah was lying on the hospital bed, looking dazed.

Seeing no one around, he pulled open the sleeve of his right hand. There, there was a mysterious pattern.

[Trigger mission: Accept Voldemort’s capture (completion reward: a random memory awakening)]

"Fuck..."

When he uttered this word, there was a dull tingling in the depths of his brain.

Professor Quirrell is related to Voldemort? Voldemort is not dead?

Countless questions came to mind. Thinking of yesterday's narrow escape, Decorah hesitated.

But in the end, he closed his eyes and began to touch the seal, recalling the memories of his previous life.

The sharp sting only made Decorah's expression distort, and soon, he got the memory he wanted.

"Why do you want me to accept the acquisition?"

"Does this want me to take the path of my previous life in advance?"

Decorah looked confused.

[I told you that instead of taking refuge in one side, it is better to intersperse between the two camps. This way you can adapt to changes and have more escape routes. I will not harm you, Decorah]

[You are my contractor, I will disappear if you die]

[I am choosing a beneficial path for you, please trust me...Contractor]

"Believe in you...why not trust you? I have trusted you from beginning to end. After all...you gave me my new life. How could I be reborn without you?"

"I just don't want my family to decline, I don't want my parents' lives to be threatened, and I don't want... to be laughed at."

"I can't lose them! Nor can I lose my status..."

[The one you trust most should be me, the Contractor]

【We are one and inseparable】

[Neither can lose each other]

[As long as you believe in these choices, you will not be threatened by anything! You just need to play the role of a naive and lively, but very smart, profit-oriented Malfoy]

【Please trust me】

"Yes, I believe you!"