HP: Slytherin disguise

Decorah was woken up by Harry.

He had been sleeping for a long time and was a little confused now that he was woken up.

But he was still pulled up, holding his hand and following Ron and the others towards the auditorium.

Decorah was led to the auditorium in a daze.

It was bustling inside as usual.

Chatting, joking, and finding your place before eating.

At the teachers' table, Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall were already sitting down, along with Snape and others.

The only thing missing is Professor Quirrell.

But no one paid attention, after all, he was very disliked by the students.

There is not much sense of existence.

After being pulled to sit down, Decorah felt his hand being let go.

He looked up.

Harry sent him to the Slytherin table and left.

Only then did he wake up, and he was already sitting in his seat at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall.

Decorah shook his head in confusion. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He just felt that he couldn't bring up his interest and energy.

Suddenly, he felt someone's hand touching the top of his head.

Just as he was about to avoid it, he heard Theodore's explanation, "There is grass in the hair."

beside him.

Theodore raised his hand to carefully take care of his messy platinum-blonde hair, and took down the dead grass hanging on it.

Decorah yawned, her eyes misty.

"Where's Professor Quirrell?"

He just saw the empty position and asked Theodore.

"He seems to have taken a leave of absence."

"Classes will probably resume in a few days."

Theodore replied, looking like he knew everything.

Like a dictionary.

Silence flashed in his eyes, and Decorah drove away all the troubles in his heart.

"You are not as quiet and silent as my father said."

Originally, his father planned to let Theodore follow him, but before he was reborn, he refused because a quiet man was boring to a young and naughty child.

"Really? Maybe I just don't want to talk to other people."

Theodore chuckled.

This made Decorah look at him curiously, "Then why do you talk so much to me?"

"I don't know, maybe I think you are very...um..."

"I can't describe that feeling anyway!"

Theodore shook his head, and he didn't know why in his heart.

Is it because of the sentence "Is there something dirty on my face" from the day before yesterday?

"You are so weird!"

Decorah was amused and found Theodore very interesting.

Dumbledore announced that dinner was ready as usual, and then glanced at Harry from time to time.

Sometimes he would even wink mischievously at Harry.

But the difference was that Dumbledore would sometimes look at him and raise his eyebrows mischievously.

Decorah was silent, not finding this humorous.

At least he didn't think it was humorous at all.

Decorah poked the jelly on the plate with her bandaged finger, and looked around boredly.

This made him unexpectedly see the swollen-faced boy sitting at the end of the long Gryffindor table, who was the Chichi Bell mentioned by the Weasley twins.

At this moment, his face was swollen and his forehead was dark and gloomy.

The few followers were sitting next to him.

Several people seemed to be discussing something, their expressions full of anger and viciousness.

Decorah felt that these people were trying to cause trouble.

With a raised brow, Decorah felt that these people were worthy of being Gryffindors. They were so brave even after being slapped. The key was that they knew their identities. This was the spirit of chivalry.

But he didn't pay too much attention.

After lunch, Decorah and Harry and the others agreed on a time to go find Hagrid, at three past four.

After returning to the dormitory, Decorah fell on the bed and just prepared to take a nap.

Just as he was about to close his eyes, the bedroom door was pushed open.

Theodore came in with a book. After closing the door, he took off his robe and placed it on a chair.

"Are you so sleepy?"

He looked at Decorah who was about to sleep with some amusement.

Today on the main building of the castle, he saw a few people on the grass downstairs.

Theodore stood there for a long time and saw that Decorah had been sleeping, so he wondered why Decorah was so sleepy.

"I am bored!"

Decorah scratched his head. After hearing this, he couldn't sleep anymore, so he simply got up and picked up the wand to play with it.

"I heard about your heroic deeds in class. You are a genius little wizard."

"Professor McGonagall likes you very much. She almost treats you as a student of her own college."

"Smart children get candy!" Decorah laughed out loud, knowing that Professor McGonagall liked geniuses.

Not only Professor McGonagall, but also Snape likes smart students.

No teacher doesn't like smart students.

"really!"

Theodore nodded in agreement, and then stood up to pack the books he put on the table. These were all the books he brought to school.

Although they didn't have much in common, the two of them could still talk.

Time passed unconsciously.

When I looked at the time, it was already past three in the afternoon, close to four.

Decorah felt her mouth was dry, so she stood up and said goodbye to Theodore, left the dormitory and went to the Slytherin lounge, where she took a glass of water and drank it in one gulp.

Walking out of the main building with cheerful steps, Decorah came to the place agreed in advance and stood.

Soon, Hermione came over.

"You came so early, Decorah." Hermione raised her hand to say hello to Decorah and stood next to him.

"Hey! Decorah, Hermione!!"

Ron and Neville came bounding over, followed by Harry, whose hair was a little messy.

Decorah and Harry shared their daily hug.

Now the two have formed a tacit understanding that they have to hug each other when they meet.

After leaving the castle and walking across the grounds, several people walked towards Hagrid's residence. Hagrid lived in a wooden house on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. There was a crossbow hanging in front of the door and a pair of rubber galoshes on the ground.

Harry stepped forward and knocked on the door with his hand.

There was a stirring sound inside, followed by several barks, footsteps getting closer, and then the door was opened.

Hagrid's bearded face was stunned for a moment.

He stared blankly at the five little wizards standing outside the door looking up to him.

"Wait a minute!" Hagrid's tone was a little urgent and nervous. He obviously didn't expect that Harry would be invited and that several young wizards would come.

"Ya Ya! Back off!"

He let several people into the house while he grabbed the collar of a huge black dog.

The cabin has only one room.

Hams and pheasants hung from the ceiling, and there was a large bed in the corner with a tattered quilt made of patchwork rags.

"Sit down, don't be polite." Hagrid let go of Fang's collar, and Fang immediately jumped towards Ron and Neville, seeming to like these two guys very much.

"Merlin!!"

Ron used his hand to block the teeth that wanted to lick his face. Hermione looked disgusted, mainly because the teeth were dripping from Ron's robe.

"This is Decorah, and Hermione!"

"Well, this is Ron, Neville!"

Hagrid was busy pouring boiling water into the teapot and putting rock biscuits on the dinner plate.

"I know, the little Malfoy guy, and the little Weasley guy."

"There is also a cute little witch, um... and this little boy with a round face. Nice to meet you. I am Hagrid!"

Under Hagrid's eager gaze, several people picked up the rock biscuits and started eating them.

It almost broke their teeth.

Harry smartly began to talk about his classes these past few days and all the interesting things he encountered.

Decorah didn't have a good lunch, and she was really hungry now, so she took a big bite of the rock cake.