HP: Slytherin disguise

"Oh my gosh kid, I think I forgot to tell you!"

"There is Professor McGonagall's class in the morning. It has only been two days since school started. Being late and not attending class will make her angry!"

"I think you should hurry up and catch up with her class. She won't care if she sees you looking miserable!"

Madam Pomfrey came over holding medicine books.

He kept reminding him.

"what?!"

Decorah sat up instantly, got out of bed and quickly put on her shoes and coat.

"Thank you for the reminder, thank you very much, beautiful lady!"

Running out of the infirmary, Decorati quickened his pace.

"Oh, what a polite little wizard!" Madam Pomfrey chuckled, looking down at the medicine book.

"It seems something really happened to Decorah! He didn't even come to Professor McGonagall's class!!"

Ron spoke quietly to Harry beside him.

"I know." Harry felt a little depressed.

"I asked the Slytherin students and the two big guys, and they haven't seen Decorah since last night!"

Hermione, who was sitting in front of the two of them, turned and whispered.

"That's really cool, skipping Professor McGonagall's class!"

Neville just thought it was so cool.

His words also left the three of them speechless.

Fortunately, this was free time, and the students could exchange transformation spells with each other. Otherwise, their obvious secret conversations would not have escaped the eyes of Professor McGonagall.

But she didn't say anything.

"Professor McGonagall is watching us. I think we should turn the matches into needles first, so she probably won't care what we say."

Hermione felt Professor McGonagall's gaze from time to time and hurriedly reminded the three of them.

"I hope all students can turn matches into needles as soon as possible, because we have to learn other courses, and this is just the simplest basic teaching for introductory courses!"

Professor McGonagall spoke up, which frightened the students who had started chatting while discussing. They all sat upright and dealt with the matches in front of them seriously.

In the silent corridor, Decorah's heartbeat was speeding up.

He was really tired from running.

The fight last night had exhausted all his strength and magic power.

The whole person was in a state of extreme exhaustion.

Now that I'm running, I'm really tired and a little out of breath.

When he first appeared at the door of the classroom, Professor McGonagall noticed him. She walked quickly to the door and took a look at Decorah.

This made the bored students raise their heads and look over.

Especially Harry's eyes widened.

"Oh my god!!"

Hermione and Ron looked in disbelief and almost didn't recognize Decorah.

"Merlin!"

Neville, who was secretly holding the toad, also opened his mouth.

"Sorry, Professor McGonagall."

Decorah lowered his head, admitted his mistake with a good attitude, and was very positive.

If you make mistakes, correct them. This is a good boy.

"What should I say kid? What's wrong with you?"

Professor McGonagall raised her hand, a rare look of worry and surprise on her serious face.

She gently touched the thick bandage on Decorah's forehead with her hand, and her eyes fell on his tightly bound hands.

"You should lie down in the infirmary and rest, kid!"

"Tell me kid, what happened?"

Professor McGonagall stroked the top of his head with her hand to express comfort, losing her previous seriousness.

"I accidentally fell down the stairs last night."

"I went to the infirmary today and forgot about my lessons. I only found out thanks to Madam Pomfrey's reminder."

"I'm sorry, Professor McGonagall."

Looking into Decorah's clear eyes, Professor McGonagall covered his chest with one hand, touched the top of his head with the other and shook his head: "No, child."

"You've done enough."

"He was very brave and responsible in admitting his mistake, actively apologizing, and facing his mistakes!"

"No need to be sorry, kid!".

Professor McGonagall hugged Decorah gently, raised her hand and patted his back to express her understanding and comfort.

"Okay, come in kid."

She took Decorah's bandaged hand and led him into the classroom.

"Children, stop looking around. You should deal with the matches in front of you first! If one person cannot complete the transformation, then the class will not be able to proceed! I don't think you want to delay other students, right?"

As soon as these words came out, the students lowered their heads and stopped looking.

Even though he was very curious, he never looked up again.

"Sit down."

Arriving at the seat, Decorah sat down safely and took out his wand from his robe.

"You should be more proficient, so that you can master the entire transformation spell faster, so that you can complete other courses easily!"

"Come on, let's try it out first and then continue to turn it into a needle."

Professor McGonagall stood beside Decorah, with no intention of leaving.

Instead, let him continue to master the transformation spell.

Although Decorah lacks magic power, such a simple and effortless transformation is easy for him.

Under the watchful eye of Professor McGonagall, he waved his wand.

The match instantly turned into a beautiful needle.

"Very well, Decorah, you are trying to change it back!" Professor McGonagall asked him to try to change the needle back.

This can be regarded as increasing the difficulty.

"Ok."

Decorah cast her magic wand on the needle, and the delicate needle turned back into a match.

Although he was able to cast many spells with ease, Decorah did not tire of relearning and casting them.

Because he believed what Shu Ling said.

So he no longer worries.

As Shu Ling said, he only needs to play the role of a naive and lively, yet smart and profit-oriented Malfoy.

"Oh, clever little wizard!"

Professor McGonagall seemed very happy, happy and looking forward to Decorah's talent.

"Try to turn this quill into... into a pen, Decorah, you can do it! I believe you can do it, don't be discouraged if you can't finish it, you can try a few more times!"

Putting the quill in front of Decorah, Professor McGonagall's eyes were full of expectation, belief, and encouragement.

"Well, let me try!"

Decorah did not hide his strength, nor did he intend to.

After all, only smart and talented students can receive special care and attention from teachers.

As the quill turned into a black pen.

The expression on Professor McGonagall's face changed.

"You are really great, Decorah! You are a very smart little wizard!" Professor McGonagall had a bright smile on her face and subconsciously raised her hand to touch the top of Decorah's head.

"We don't need the pen, so change it back again, Decorah."

"Come on, try it!"

Nodding, Decorah raised his wand, and under the gaze of Professor McGonagall, released a beam of white light.

The white light disappeared in an instant, and the pen turned back into a quill.

"Awesome!! Kid."

Professor McGonagall bent down, looked at Decorah with a bright smile, praised him softly, and rubbed his head with her hands, her eyes filled with joy and shock.

A first-year kid who was new to Transfiguration class could easily turn a quill into a pen and back again. It was simply unbelievable!

She felt that Decorah should be able to turn books into other things!

This is genius!

A talented little wizard with a sunny heart and the courage to take on responsibilities!

No wonder the Sorting Hat originally put him in Gryffindor!

This one should obviously enter Gryffindor House!