HP: Slytherin disguise

Wait until get out of class is over.

Decorah felt that he could go to lunch in peace.

But on the way to the auditorium.

However, he was surrounded by a group of seventh-grade students. Even though he pretended not to see it, they still chattered and asked him some questions.

For example, what should I do if I can't practice gestures well?

What should I do if my wand keeps smoking...

Etc., etc…

Decorah's scalp was numb after hearing this. Is this a question he should ask a practical class teacher?

Shouldn't they ask themselves that?

He knows what to do wherever he goes.

"You want to ask a question, right? That's it!"

"Whoever writes a 10,000-word post-class speech, I will answer one question for each of the 10,000-word students."

"Write it down and give it to your squad leader."

Decorah pushed through the crowd on both sides.

Just leave.

The group of seventh graders were left stunned.

A 10,000-word post-class reflection? !

Ten thousand words!

What is this concept? "

And how to write a speech after class? None of them knew what the after-class speech was.

"How about we ask the first-year students."

“They seem to write every day!”

One student's eyes lit up and he suggested.

As soon as this idea came up, it was approved by everyone, and they were ready to kidnap the first-year students and ask them.

After sitting down, Decorah chatted with Pansy and Theodore as usual.

Basically they are all interesting things.

and things encountered.

But the strange thing is that Professor Lupine is not behind the teacher's desk.

Decorah took one look and noticed.

Thinking back to today in the previous life, Snape taught Defense Against the Dark Arts in the afternoon.

Is this Professor Lupine turning into a werewolf?

When he thought about turning into a werewolf, he remembered that he was still learning advanced transformation techniques.

I hope I can successfully transform as soon as possible...

After lunch.

Decorah jumped up and down to find Professor McGonagall.

The lunch break is relatively long.

Enough for him to learn advanced transformation techniques.

"We're going to take advantage of our lunch break to transform into another form!"

"This is a breakthrough for you!"

"Once you succeed, the follow-up will be easy!"

Professor McGonagall asked him to hold the wand and stroke it from top to bottom, so that he could use the advanced transformation spell correctly.

"Rapid deformation!"

Decorah raised her wand and then swung it down.

Almost instantly.

A white light enveloped him and then disappeared.

Also disappearing is Decorah.

"Meow~"

Decorah lowered his head and looked at his furry paws with a look of shock and confusion.

Really turned into a cat? !

He turned to look at himself, and saw that it was still a pure white cat.

Looking up, Decorah looked at Professor McGonagall, who looked like a giant in front of him.

"very good!"

"It's really a cat. You can try to get familiar with your animal form."

"Let's see how long it lasts."

Professor McGonagall was even more delighted and happy than Decorah.

After trying to walk a few steps, Decorah felt a little unfamiliar, her feet slipped and she fell directly onto the carpet.

"Go slower, take your time~"

Professor McGonagall knelt down and gently lifted him up with her hands.

Her eyes were filled with fondness and patience.

The cat that Decorah transforms into has a very lovable appearance.

The snow-white hair is fluffy and slightly long, especially the tail, which is extremely furry. When it squats on the ground, it looks like a snowball.

Sky blue eyes, like clear sea water.

Bright and lustrous.

No wonder Professor McGonagall rubbed his head.

After walking back and forth for a few steps, Decorah gradually adapted to the cat's walking posture.

But he kept feeling something strange.

After spinning around on the carpet, his eyes fell on Professor McGonagall's dark green robe.

Because Professor McGonagall is squatting.

So the outer robe hung down on the floor, her pupils shrank, and Decorah felt excited inside.

He pounced directly.

Scratching Professor McGonagall's coat with her paws.

Then he rolled on it, scratching and biting.

"..."

Decorah didn't know why she did this, but she just wanted to scratch it. If she didn't scratch it, she felt uncomfortable, itchy, and very curious.

"Oh, sorry, Professor McGonagall!"

Decorah shouted anxiously, but he suddenly remembered that he was a cat, and Professor McGonagall should not be able to understand it now.

"It's okay, it's because of your curiosity..."

Professor McGonagall smiled and said.

Stunned for a moment, Decorah didn't expect Professor McGonagall to understand.

But then I thought about it, Professor McGonagall is also a cat in her other form, why can’t she understand?

"How long do you think this form can last?"

"There is no feeling of approaching. The magic power is very strong. It should be able to...last for a few hours."

"This is really a talent! A very strong talent!"

Professor McGonagall picked up Decorah in cat form and stood up.

"You did well, Decorah."

“Excellent.”

She pressed Decorah's cat ears with her fingertips.

"Minerva, I think Decorah should be here with you..."

at this time.

The door was pushed open, and Dumbledore poked his head in, looking for Decorah.

But when he took a look, he didn't see Decorah.

Only Professor McGonagall holding the cat was seen.

Holding a cat?

Does Professor McGonagall have a cat?

He looked over uncertainly and saw a fluffy, snow-white cat. At first glance, it looked like snow.

Meet the cat's sky blue eyes.

Dumbledore discovered the clue.

The cat actually rolled his eyes!

It's very obvious.

It doesn't look like the expression or eyes that a cat should have at all.

"He's here. Decorah is really talented. He actually managed to transform!"

"And initial success lasts a long time."

"This talent is simply stronger than mine."

Professor McGonagall walked over and told Dumbledore the happy news.

Dumbledore showed a kind smile and raised his hand to tease Decorah, who was in cat form, but soon, he stopped smiling.

Because Decorah, in cat form, inherited the cat's wariness.

He stretched out his furry paws and showed off his sharp claws.

Tickled Dumbledore.

Dumbledore withdrew his hand and found a scratch on his finger.

The skin is broken.

After licking her paw, Decorah looked at Dumbledore triumphantly.

Let your hands be in debt.

"Hmm...so naughty."

Dumbledore smiled helplessly, knowing that Decorah was still remembering his revenge for leaving him alone last time.

"Come with me to Professor Sybill Trelawney. I think you can try the oracle to see if it can predict anything."

Rolling her eyes, Decorah jumped out of Professor McGonagall's arms.

Then fell to the floor.

He just wanted to come down...

Silently chanting "Transform" in his mind, Decorah turned back into a human.

Get up from the ground.

Patting his clothes, he said, "Okay, Principal Dumbledore."

He knew that Dumbledore was still thinking about things he could predict.

After saying goodbye to Professor McGonagall, he followed Dumbledore to the top floor.

During the process, Dumbledore kept telling him how to use the Prophecy Ball correctly and how to see the future from it.

"What do you want me to see from the speech ball?"

Decorah asked.

Dumbledore turned his head, looked at him and smiled: "I hope you can see your future."

"Why?!"

Decorah was stunned.

He thought that Dumbledore would want him to see whether there would be a war in the future, or what would happen to Hogwarts, and whether Harry would be in danger.

Now it seems that he is overthinking.

But what did Dumbledore mean by this, and why did he want him to see his future?