HP: Slytherin disguise

Dumbledore looked at Decorah who was completely crazy and fell into deep thought.

This kid…

Are you so confident?

How come he never knew, never saw or heard Decorah boasting like this?

Seeing that Decorah was still going to speak, Professor McGonagall stepped forward and covered his mouth and whispered: "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Decorah."

"Would you like to go to the infirmary?"

Without waiting for Decorah's reply, Professor McGonagall continued to cover Decorah's mouth, raised her head and said:

"Decola is not feeling well. I will take him to the infirmary first. He has been having a fever these past few days!"

Done.

She directly pulled Decorah out of the auditorium.

Dumbledore followed without any pause, and Snape also left the auditorium.

It seems that Decorah is really sick.

The students were originally frightened and stunned by Decorah's words.

But seeing Dumbledore and the others taking Decorah to the infirmary.

I felt that Decorah was sick.

That's why he said such unreasonable and overly boastful things.

Infirmary.

Decorah was pushed into a chair and examined by Madam Pomfrey.

Dumbledore and the other three looked on seriously.

They were already suspecting that Decorah was sick.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have said such outrageous things.

"Everything is normal. There is nothing uncomfortable except for the eyes."

Madam Pomfrey examined it for a long time.

gave a positive reply.

Decorah is just fine and not sick.

"What were you convulsing just now?!"

Snape stared at Decorah, feeling for the first time whether he, as a student, was overconfident.

"A wonderful person like me... Bah...!"

"I'm so good, how could it be possible..."

Decoratively covering her mouth, Decorah didn't dare to say anything.

He was completely integrated into it.

Stepping forward, Snape raised his hand to pinch Decorah's cheek and looked into his eyes carefully.

Fortunately, Decorah couldn't see it.

Otherwise, you will receive a death stare from Snape.

"You're not stupid, and your brain is normal."

Finally, Snape pulled back.

Professor McGonagall opened her mouth at a loss for words. She didn't quite believe that the words she just said in the auditorium were spoken by Decorah herself.

It's just silly and cute.

"Are you in a bad mood? Decorah."

She felt that Decorah was in a bad mood, so he was so aggressive.

"A little bit. Those reporters kept surrounding the excellent me, not letting the friendly me go, and kept asking the approachable me why I was so good."

"I am easy-going and can only accept their interviews."

"But my excellence cannot be expressed in words."

Decorah began to complain about the reporters.

But the way he complained was wrong.

Several people in the infirmary were immediately silenced.

Madam Pomfrey silently checked Decorah's body again to make sure that it was not her own negligence and that no cases were found.

"How about drinking some refreshing potion..."

"I am not sick because I am excellent? Why do I need to take medicine?"

Decorah shook his head, reluctant to drink the medicine.

"Give him more."

Snape looked at Madam Pomfrey.

Nodding, Madam Pomfrey went to the pharmacy to get some medicine.

"Teacher, I am so perfect, how can I get sick?"

"You have to believe in my excellence!"

"Such a low-level case is not worthy of me suffering from such a low-level disease. After all, I am so good!"

Decorah tries to muddle through.

However, it was not just Snape who stared at him strictly, but also Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall.

It seems that he is sick.

"It's ridiculous. A person as good as me wouldn't suffer from such a low-level disease that makes him unworthy of me!"

"Sure enough, in an imperfect world, good people are sick!"

Decorah started talking nonsense, and his mind was really going crazy.

now.

All he could think about was his own excellence and perfection.

A sad feeling came over him, and he felt that he was guilty of being too perfect.

"Mentally unstable!"

Madam Pomfrey came over, checked Decorah's symptoms again, and came to a new conclusion.

Then he slowly fed Decola the medicine.

Snape was worried, so he went to the pharmacy and took out three bottles of refreshing potion, and poured them directly into Decorah's mouth.

"Why is this happening?"

Professor McGonagall looked confused.

He is a good person, but why does he start to become mentally unstable?

“Caught up in a certain feeling, the mind builds a world of its own.”

"So it will lead to unconscious words."

"Then slowly sink in."

Madam Pomfrey sighed, then laughed and said, "It's hard to believe how outstanding she is in this child's spiritual world."

"Only then can you ignore excellence!"

Her words made both Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall laugh.

If Decorah regains his energy later, he will definitely die in public.

Decorah was given two more bottles of potion.

Only then did Snape let go.

Watching Decorah fall asleep in a daze.

Taking a deep breath, Snape seemed to be angry, turned around and left the infirmary directly.

Madam Pomfrey tried to help Decorah to the hospital bed.

But Dumbledore stopped him.

He directly picked up the sleeping Decorah and left the infirmary with Professor McGonagall.

Go to Slytherin Castle.

When he arrived at the dormitory, he opened the door and walked in.

Send Decorah into the bedroom.

Then put him on the bed and cover him with quilt.

Then he exited the bedroom.

Close the door.

He and Professor McGonagall sat on the sofa, both helpless.

To both of them, Decorah was a child, a child who was sometimes cunning and sometimes silly.

"These reporters were all said to be autistic by him. It can be seen that Decorah's mental state is unstable, which may be because of this."

Professor McGonagall thought of the despairing reporters.

Then I knew that Decorah had definitely said something.

Now it seems that he is probably bragging all the time and bragging about everything.

That’s why those reporters shut themselves off.

In the end, he was also involved and became autistic.

"Hahaha, Decorah is really naughty."

“But I was included in it, I really didn’t expect it!”

Dumbledore said with a smile.

Then take out the lemon ice cream that you must eat every day.

"Want some, Minerva?"

He smiled and was about to hand it to Professor McGonagall.

Shaking his head, Professor McGonagall refused directly.

"This kid is really annoying."

"Just keep him company, I'll go back first."

With that said, Professor McGonagall stood up and said goodbye to Dumbledore, and then left the dormitory.

Dumbledore munched on lemon ice cream.

Always smile, no matter the time.

He always smiles.

Taking out a long red box from his arms, Dumbledore stroked the box.

Then he got up and entered the bedroom.

Sit on the edge of the bed.

He stared at Decorah, his eyes becoming softer.

The book spirit hanging on the ceiling opened his eyes and had just woken up.

It glanced at Dumbledore, a little confused.

But he didn't think much about it and continued to sleep with his eyes closed.