HP: Slytherin disguise

Are you asking him to stand and be beaten?

"Get ready, Harry, you need to build up your momentum first."

Decorah didn't leave them much time.

Instead, just ask them to prepare quickly.

Neville looked at Harry, his lips trembling.

"Why am I always the unlucky one..."

"Harry, you must not use all your strength..."

He looked at Harry, tears welling up in his eyes, as if he was about to cry.

"It's okay, Neville!"

"It's just knocked away!"

"It's not harmful, don't worry!"

Harry comforted a scared Neville.

He felt like he was knocked off the ground and fell to the ground. It didn't seem to be a big deal, so he wasn't so worried.

At most, it only hurts for a while after falling.

But Neville didn't think so, he thought it would beat him half to death.

I was already prepared to say goodbye to life and death.

"It's time to prepare."

"Harry, you can demonstrate it to everyone!"

Decorah calculated the time and asked Harry to start.

"Everyone, watch carefully!"

No one dares not to listen to his words.

They all looked at the two people in the middle of the red carpet with wide eyes.

Harry raised his wand, took several deep breaths, and waved his hand fiercely while making the gesture.

Shouting: "Expelliarmus!!!"

A red light appeared instantly and rushed directly towards Neville.

Neville quickly closed his eyes.

Almost as soon as he closed his eyes, a huge force directly lifted him away.

He fell on the red carpet at the back and rolled a few times.

"Harry!! That's great!!"

"Wow!"

“Oh my god he did it!!”

"It can really knock it away!"

“Awesome, looking at it this way, it seems easy to succeed!!”

"I can definitely do it too!!"

The students immediately applauded and exclaimed.

Extremely excited at the same time.

Hermione and Ron happily celebrated Harry's success.

Even Harry himself was excited.

He really succeeded!

Poor Neville lay on the ground, thinking he was useless.

It wasn't until Harry walked over and helped him up that he realized that he was fine and intact.

"How are you feeling Neville?"

Harry asked with concern on his face as he helped him back to his seat.

Neville shook his head and said: "I think it's fine, but my butt hurts a bit..."

"Looking at your posture, someone who didn't know better would have thought he was going to die."

Dean looked at Neville sitting down next to him and laughed.

"I thought I was going to be finished..."

Neville clutched his chest, his pale face softening a lot.

Decorah stood up, and everyone thought he was going to continue to show off.

They all raised their hands.

He looked forward to it, hoping that he would be chosen this time.

They even shouted.

"Teacher, it's my turn this time! I can definitely do it, and I bring my own living target!!"

"It's my turn!!"

"Teacher! Teacher! Choose me, choose me, choose me!"

“I want to go up and show it!!”

"Teacher!! Look at me!!"

The last voice was a bit abrupt, leaving many people stunned.

Looking at you?

The teacher can't even see, so how can he look at you? !

Decorah walked slowly to the red carpet. Everyone stood up excitedly and raised their hands to be selected.

Too bad they forgot.

Decorah couldn't see it.

Under everyone's gaze, Decorah walked to the door of the classroom and held the door frame with one hand.

Then turned around and looked at them.

To be precise, he just faced them with his eyes wrapped in bandages.

"All right."

"It's time for you to go to class. I just took up my morning self-study time to tell you about the content of tomorrow's practical class."

"I haven't planned to give you lessons yet."

"You can practice if you want, work in pairs and practice slowly elsewhere!"

"Let's all go out!"

He waved his hand and told all the students to get out quickly.

"what?"

A surprised voice rang out in unison. They didn't expect to be kicked out of the classroom suddenly. Weren't they fine just now?

And they are very excited about learning.

Just chase people away when you say they are driving them away?

However, they felt uncomfortable and dissatisfied, so they just stood up with displeasure on their faces.

Then walk out of the classroom.

Decorah grinned, he didn't care how uncomfortable these people were.

As long as he's happy.

"correct!"

"Everyone has a 10,000-word practical lesson, a post-class speech, and their thoughts and understanding of the disarming spell!"

"Give it to your squad leader before dinner!"

Decorah also didn't forget to give them homework.

"what!!"

"Ten thousand words?!!"

"Hand it in before dinner?!!"

"what!"

“Isn’t this going to cost us our lives??!!”

The students who had just walked to the door screamed, what is the concept?

Ten thousand words!

That’s ten thousand words! !

They also need to use their brains to think about writing!

Isn't this crazy?

The key is to hand it in before dinner!

"Ah for what!"

Decorah's expression suddenly changed and he continued: "If anyone hasn't handed it in, just write it down during the practical class!"

"No need to study, I'll watch you write!"

He is now accustomed to asking students to write 10,000 words of post-class remarks.

Look at the first and second grade students.

We are all used to it!

If you don't give them any arrangements, they will be anxious and always want to write.

This group of people still needs more practice.

The students all looked reluctant and angry, filled with resentment.

They pushed forward without even looking at Decorah who was still standing next to the door.

They obviously did it on purpose.

They squeezed out all at once, and someone stepped on Decorah hard.

"Ow~"

Decorah howled and felt her feet being stomped hard.

"Don't look at people when you're walking!"

"You stepped on my foot!"

"You want to rebel!!"

He shouted directly and bent down to touch his feet.

These students paused for a moment, and then tacitly pushed out with all their strength.

Before Decorah could even bend down, he was squeezed out by the crowd.

Squeezed into the corridor.

"Why squeeze!!!"

Decorah became anxious and yelled.

"You want to be put into confinement, don't you?"

Before he could continue to get angry.

Harry pushed through the crowd and supported him.

"What are you doing?!"

"He is a teacher!"

Hermione also squeezed over, looking angrily at the group of students who were seeking revenge.

Looking at each other, these students ran away instantly.

"hiss--"

Twisting his feet, Decorah took a breath and said: "A bunch of ungrateful idiots!"

"I teach them even though I'm injured, since I'm not satisfied yet!"

"Repay kindness with hatred!"

"No, I'm going to find Principal Dumbledore!"

With that said, Decorah looked angry and limped forward.

"I'll help you go..."

Harry followed.

But being rejected by Decorah, just because he can't see doesn't mean he's really blind.

He knew the architecture of Hogwarts inside out.

It’s not like I bump into things or go to the wrong place.

"That's too much!"

Ron curled his lips, feeling that those students were indeed going too far.

But after reacting, he screamed again: "Ten thousand words!!!"

"No, I have to go back and write quickly!!"

As he said that, he ran out quickly.

This needs to be written quickly.

Otherwise, if he fails to hand it in, he will have to continue writing during the practical class and will not be able to attend class.

This is absolutely terrifying.

Hermione looked disgusted, but when she realized what she was doing, she was also a little anxious.

Ten thousand words!

You still have to write it yourself, so you absolutely have to write it quickly.

Although she is a top student, this is still a bit difficult!

"Harry! You'd better write that 10,000-word post-class speech!" Hermione pulled Harry, who was abandoned by Decorah.

Run to Gryffindor Tower.

Almost in an instant.

The common room of the fourth courtyard was crowded with third-year students, who copied and learned from each other.

Even if several people spell it, each person has a thousand words.

Then they copy each other's.

Just make up 10,000 words.

Others are following suit.