HP: Slytherin disguise

Decorah just pretended that those reporters didn't exist and that he could attend the class as he wished.

Although there is a constant clicking sound in my ears.

But as long as the eyes are out of sight, the mind is not bothered.

Based on this principle.

Decorah squinted at the clearing ahead.

Not visible anyway.

Wherever he looked he looked the same.

Hermione raised her wand and looked at Anthony opposite him first.

"Expelliarmus!!"

"Expelliarmus!!"

The two cast the spell decisively without too much delay.

Anthony was very smart. At the moment of casting the spell, he took a few steps away.

Successfully evaded Hermione's disarming spell.

Hermione's eyes were sharp and she avoided the disarming spell by turning sideways.

Everything happens in an instant.

It can be seen how fast the two react, and the students watching their fight were startled.

This speed and reaction are beyond their comparison.

Ron opened his mouth wide, unable to believe that this was Hermione, but...Hermione seemed to have always been so powerful.

Harry watched their fight seriously.

But his eyes would look at Decorah from time to time.

Decorah leaned back in his chair, listened carefully to their fight, rubbed his eyes, and wished he could see it now.

This is invisible, which is really uncomfortable.

While he was in a daze, the competition was over.

Because the competition is also time-limited.

Hermione and Anthony returned to their positions, followed closely by Pansy and Nicole.

Pansy held up her wand, her face expressionless.

Nicole took a deep breath, her hand holding the wand a little nervous.

"Expelliarmus!!!"

Almost instantly, Pansy waved her wand.

The red light instantly knocked Nicole away and fell to the ground.

"what?"

"Is this the end?!"

"Oh my god..."

...

A low exclamation sounded.

They never expected that it would end just as it began.

Moreover, Pansy actually knocked his opponent away in one fell swoop. This strength was completely beyond their level.

Without even looking at Nicole, Pansy turned around and returned to her seat to sit down.

Nothing happened to Decorah.

Because he knew Pansy, and Pansy was excellent in her own right.

What's more, when getting along with Theodore.

She gradually began to study hard, and now Pansy has a strong talent for potions.

Like Theodore, he fell in love with Potions class.

She can defeat her opponents quickly.

It's normal, and it's awesome.

Decorah wanted to applaud.

But he held back.

You can't go crazy on this occasion.

Nicole stood up, looked down at her cracked wand, then returned to her seat and sat down.

"A group comes up to compete."

Decorah didn't plan to teach anything, but followed the old routine and let everyone come up to compete first in this class.

He just finished speaking.

The students in the first group walked to the middle of the red carpet.

Facing so many students and being photographed by reporters, their faces inevitably turned red.

But I also think this is something to be happy about.

Relatives are absolutely happy and proud when they see themselves in the newspaper.

Thinking about it this way, I made up my mind.

Both students became serious, raised their wands and began to cast spells.

Although the fighting looks a bit funny.

But their dodging movements and the way they cast spells while dodging were indeed very serious and hardworking.

Moreover, it's more like going back and forth.

Since there is a feeling of competition.

However, the time for each competition was limited, so they quickly returned to their seats and sat down after the competition.

Then think back to the competition you just had.

I felt extremely proud instantly.

Not only these two students think so, other students also think this is an opportunity and a very glorious thing.

Get in the newspaper.

It must be cool, and the family can be proud of them.

The following competition became more and more exciting.

He was not rigid at all and just stood there casting spells. Instead, he dodged left and right and counterattacked along the way.

Decorah didn't know how wonderful it was.

But from the exclamations and cheers of other students, he could tell how exciting this competition was.

Decorah is anxious.

He also wanted to see it, but unfortunately he couldn't, so he could only listen.

He raised his hand and brushed his hair.

Decorah started to play with his wand in a bored manner, spinning it in his hand.

I finally made it to the end of get out of class.

As soon as he stood up and was about to leave, a group of reporters swarmed over him, surrounded him, and took pictures with their cameras.

"Excuse me, why don't you watch the students' competitions?!"

"Do you think their competition is not pleasing to the eye?"

"Or are there other reasons?"

A female reporter rushed over and asked, holding up her camera.

"If you haven't noticed that I can't see, then you are really incompetent. You filmed a whole class for two hours. Are you filming the air?!"

Decorah responded mercilessly.

How can you not notice that there is something wrong with his eyes after a two-hour class? !

If you don’t want your eyes, you can donate them to him!

"How did you do it to get these students to compete actively?! And it can be seen that their competition was exciting!"

Another reporter squeezed over and asked.

"Of course I'm comparing myself to my heart! I worked hard to do it!"

Decorah knew she had to be interviewed, so she sat back.

These reporters left no space and crowded around again.

Started asking questions all over the place.

"How do you feel about becoming a teacher at thirteen?"

"No feelings, only emotion!"

"I have interviewed first and second grade students, and they are all troubled by the homework you assigned. Do you have anything to say?"

"Of course, as a teacher, I will definitely not harm them! It's just homework. It's to train their language organization skills, including increasing their knowledge!"

"Then, may I ask, what do you say about the 10,000-word post-class speech you assign every day?"

"Ten thousand words? Can that be a 10,000-word after-class speech?! That is 10,000 words of knowledge! A 10,000-word future! Can this be words! This is writing knowledge. How can they remember it if they don't write it? The content of practical classes, the knowledge of practical classes!”

Decorah looked serious and solemn.

Facing so many pairs of eyes and cameras, and the cameras are not empty at all.

The newspaper staff gathered behind the reporters were already quickly writing down any words Decorah said with their quill pens.

"Then how do you evaluate the first and second grade students who are dissatisfied with your assignments?"

"How can I evaluate them? I don't need to comment on them! I won't do that. They have the right to be dissatisfied with me as a teacher, but I am doing this for their own good..."

"How would you rate yourself?"

"This is a good question! So, are you asking about my self-evaluation as a student or my self-evaluation as a teacher?"

"Can you answer both of them?"

"Yes, as a student, my evaluation of myself is very simple. I love learning, a good role model, a good student, responsible, helpful, cheerful, friendly, easy-going..."

Decorah said a lot of complimentary words.

The surrounding reporters were confused.

Are you sure your evaluation of yourself is simple? !

Please listen to it yourself!

Do you want to listen to what you are talking about!