HP: Slytherin disguise

"If you don't understand anything in the future, you can ask me directly."

Professor McGonagall really wanted to teach Xiao Du to Deco and teach him some advanced topics after class, but she felt it was too abrupt and she had to think about it carefully.

Seeing Professor McGonagall leave, Decorah breathed a sigh of relief.

He thought Professor McGonagall would let him continue to change, but he didn't expect Professor McGonagall to have a sense of proportion.

A lesson can be said to be long or short.

During this period, except for Hermione who successfully turned a match into a needle, no one else changed much.

Until the end of get out of class.

A group of little wizards sighed tiredly.

Mainly because the transformation was unsuccessful, which made them find such courses boring.

"Decora!"

Before he could get up, a figure rushed over and hugged him.

Decorah felt much better after being hugged like this.

"I fell down the stairs and it hurt so much!"

"This damn staircase!"

After saying that, Decorah also hugged Harry tightly, with a look of anger and grievance on his face.

"I knew you were hurt!"

"Let me see it quickly!"

Harry let go of Decorah, raised his hand to touch the bandage on his forehead, then took his bandaged hand and held it gently.

It could be seen that Harry's eyes were slightly red.

There was heartache and worry inside.

"Don't look at me like this. You always make me feel like I'm lying on the hospital bed in a coma. I'm sorry for your actions and eyes."

Decorah twisted uncomfortably.

The main reason was that Harry's eyes were too different, giving people a feeling of parting.

He's not dead yet, right?

"I almost didn't recognize you, Decorah!"

"With so many bandages, I think you must have suffered a terrible fall!"

Ron shouted in surprise.

He raised his hand to touch Decorah's hair, "Why is your hair so soft? It's almost like my cat!"

"Ron, don't touch it!" Neville squeezed Ron away and reached out to touch it. Hermione stood behind the two of them, with a look of disgust and helplessness on her face. Sometimes it's quite helpless to go to Hogwarts alone. .

"Let's go, let's go talk somewhere else!"

Hermione said as there were other students in the classroom.

The five of them all walked outside the classroom. In the corridor, the four Harrys had to accept the hostile looks from the students in the same school.

"It's them who deducted fifty-five points from Gryffindor in just one class!"

"Hehe, I know, and that idiot who burned the cauldron."

"Why were they sorted into Gryffindor?"

"Stop talking, he is the savior! Shhh~"

There were jeers in the corridor, and several Gryffindor students leaned against the stone railing at the edge, looking at the four Harrys and snickering secretly.

His voice was not lowered at all and he spoke it completely openly.

The other students watching in the corridor burst into laughter.

"you!!"

Ron blushed angrily, which matched the color of his hair.

"Ignore them!" Hermione grabbed the angry Ron and shook her head.

It was indeed their fault for giving Gryffindor fifty five points.

"Hmph! I didn't let you talk about it in the first place. Birds of a feather flock together, and what kind of people make friends with what kind of people!"

The students looked disdainful, and one of the boys, who was suspected to be the leader, even rolled his eyes.

"that is!"

"There's a big celebrity among them! Harry Potter~~"

The boy's voice was drawn out, and he twisted his neck in need of a beating.

Decorah's eyes were cold, and he walked over without hesitation. Under the stunned gazes of everyone, he raised his hand and slapped him.

The crisp sound of slaps echoed in the quiet corridor.

The boy who deserved a beating covered his face and widened his eyes.

Obviously he couldn't believe that he would be slapped without waiting for him to open his mouth to curse.

Decorah's face was cold, and he raised his hand and slapped the other half of his face again.

Now it's evened out.

"You better not let me know your last name!"

"idiot!!"

The cold and threatening voice was exceptionally cold.

The boy looked at Decorah's pale golden hair and the arrogant eyes that looked down at people, and finally he could only take back the words he was about to curse.

He covered his swollen face and lowered his head to apologize: "Sorry, sorry, sorry!"

When the companions behind him saw the boy lowering his head to apologize, they also lowered their heads and kept apologizing.

"roll!"

Before Decola finished speaking, several people ran away in confusion.

The students who were left in the corridor to watch the excitement were speechless, with their eyes open and their faces confused.

“Oh my god!!!”

"Decora! You're so cool!!"

"You are simply my idol!"

Ron and Neville were the first to rush forward and hugged Decorah's arms, with shock and admiration on their faces.

They just felt dizzy, because Decorah was so handsome just now, and those two slaps went straight into their hearts.

"Thank you, Decorah!" Two thanks came in unison. Harry was stunned for a moment, and he and Hermione, who was also stunned, looked at each other, and then both smiled inexplicably.

Walking on the grass below the castle.

The five of them were a little tired and sat on the ground to rest on the green grass.

But Ron and Neville kept hanging on to Decorah.

This gave Harry no chance to get close, so he could only watch helplessly.

"Does it hurt when you slap your hand? Let me blow it for you!"

Ron raised Decorah's hand and blew it gently, looking at the bandage with a toothache on his face.

He used his injured hand to slap people, and slapped them so hard.

It must hurt a lot, right? His teeth ached just thinking about it.

"Go, baby!" Neville took the toad out of his pocket and placed it on the grass.

But the toad didn't want to move at all.

Neville was a little anxious, but Toad ignored him.

"He doesn't want to move, Neville." Hermione said, looking at the motionless toad.

"Okay!" Neville put it back into the pocket of his robe in disappointment.

"He's lazier than my classmate!" Ron was amused, thinking of his pet rat Scabbers.

"Hey! You guys are here~"

At this moment, two young men who looked exactly the same came over.

It was Fred and George.

The two of them ran over with smiles on their faces, and then naturally joined a few others.

But they didn't seem to want to sit there peacefully.

Instead, they pulled Ron and Neville away from both sides of Decorah, and moved forward to squeeze Decorah in the middle.

"What are you doing?"

Decorah was a little confused.

"Ron told us that he made another good friend, a Slytherin!"

"And he has a great personality! He is a very cool boy with a very cute smile!"

"I didn't say that!" Ron blushed and immediately retorted.

Fred and George laughed loudly, and told Decorah's ear about Ron's scandal, and their voices were particularly high-pitched at the end.

It made Ron blush so hard.

Harry and Hermione were both amused, and Neville held his stomach and laughed.

Only Decola, who was caught in the middle, got a headache from the noise.

"By the way! We just heard from the students that you slapped Chi Chi Bell. He is a very annoying guy. He often bites other people's tongues. All Gryffindor students hate them."

"It's a great fan, but it's a pity that we were not there and didn't see it, so we missed this wonderful and exciting scene!"