HP: Slytherin disguise

next morning.

Decorah got up early and started writing replies. As long as a letter was sent to him, he would reply.

Even though most of them are letters sent by reporters and newspaper staff.

To show that he is still alive.

He wrote replies one by one.

And thank them for their concern.

He really didn't want everyone in the magic world to think he was dead.

Especially Hogwarts students.

After he finished replying to all the letters, he remembered the pain of the owl.

This is not good.

It's impossible for him to deliver all his owls in one day.

Unless you want to tire the owl to death.

But even if the owl dies from exhaustion, it still won’t be able to deliver all the food.

Fortunately, the Malfoy family is not short of money or manpower.

He just went downstairs and mentioned the matter of replying to Lucius.

Soon, several people came to the door to help Decorah deliver the letter.

Carry out a neat small box of letters.

Those people were dumbfounded.

Good guy, do you want to return so many letters?

This is a letter I have been saving for many years.

After having fun for a few days, Decorah and the peacock in the manor met their eyes again.

Or he was chasing the peacock.

Or the peacock was chasing him.

Anyway.

Decorah was bitten several times, but he still held a plucked peacock feather in his hand.

During this period, Lucius once wanted to send Decorah to Hogwarts as soon as possible.

if you can.

He really wanted to send Decorah to school early and let him go to school slowly.

But it’s worth mentioning.

Narcissa has been protecting Decorah, saying that he is just a child.

Lucius had nothing to say.

I can only watch.

It's another sunny morning.

Decorah catches peacocks on the lawn of the manor and unleashes his natural instincts.

Narcissa, on the other hand, was watching from the balcony on the second floor.

Lucius walked up to her with a few newspapers and said, "Look, what's going on?"

Narcissa calmly took the newspaper and read it.

"I think being a teacher is easy..."

"As long as you have hands..."

The more she looked, the weirder Narcissa's eyes became.

She looked at the newspaper and then at Decorah, who was having fun on the grass.

on the newspaper.

within the moving image.

That confident person speaks confident words.

Narcissa thought for a moment that she had seen it wrong.

Or, it's just a lie.

After all, for nearly half a year, she didn’t even know about these headlines.

It feels like pure fiction.

Even Lucius didn't know these things at all.

Moreover, no one mentioned it to him...

Is it their fault that they don't pay attention to the daily newspapers, or are those newspapers deliberately not giving the Malfoy family owl newspapers?

To others on purpose?

Hide this kind of newspaper?

"Tsk, tell the truth.

"If it weren't for the fact that it was proof of my excellence, I wouldn't even want it!"

"I'm sick!"

"It's probably an honor for it to be used to prove my excellence!"

"After all, I am so kind, friendly, affable, approachable, and cheerful..."

On another newspaper.

In the moving image, Decorah faced a group of professors, students, and reporters, speaking with disgust.

At the same time, he curled his lips.

From the looks of it, he seems to feel that this trophy does not suit his status.

Putting down the newspaper, Narcissa raised her hand to hold her forehead and sat on a chair nearby.

He seemed confused, doubtful, and stunned.

No one could have imagined that his son could be so confident...

Although what is written in the newspaper is that there is 'a' little bit of confidence.

But everyone can see it.

This is no longer just a little bit, but a billion points.

"Xiaolong is still young and doesn't understand anything..."

"Tongyanwuji..."

Narcissa laughed outright at the end.

I think my little dragon is so cute and humorous.

There was a long silence.

Lucius raised his head slightly and looked at the horizon.

He looked confused.

Is it really Tongyanwuji?

But Decorah is no longer a child...

Whose child has so many evil thoughts?

Avada Kedavra is killed at every turn!

Looking at Narcissa, Lucius suspected that there was something wrong with his thinking.

There can't be something wrong with the people at the newspaper, right?

The key is, so many people believe it!

and so…

Is it his problem?

After plucking out a peacock feather that she liked, Decorah happily ran upstairs.

I plan to show it to Narcissa.

As soon as he ran to the balcony, he saw the newspaper on the ground.

As per usual.

Mother will never allow the ground to be dirty and messy, with things thrown away.

This newspaper can be thrown on the ground.

It's definitely not simple.

"Mother!"

Decorah jumped over and ran over, stretching out her arms to throw herself into Narcissa's arms.

Just when he was about to pounce in.

But he was pulled back by Lucius.

"Wash your hands clean!"

Lucius ignored Decorah's confused look.

Pull the person aside.

"I…"

Decorah looked down at his hands. There was nothing except an extremely beautiful peacock feather.

And my hands are clean too…

Peacock feathers...peacock?

Decora understood instantly.

It turned out that he didn't wash his hands after catching the peacock!

its not right.

Why doesn't he care about his father?

Is it possible…

Well, the Joker turns out to be himself.

"It's okay, come here, Xiaolong."

Narcissa is very tolerant of her little dragons, no matter how dirty they are.

"Yeah~"

Decorah simply ignored Lucius' murderous gaze.

He threw himself into Narcissa's arms.

Show her that incredibly beautiful, silky white peacock feather.

"Given to you, mother~"

Decorah handed it to Narcissa with a look of pride on her face.

"Wow, it's so beautiful!"

"Thank you Xiaolong~"

Narcissa took the peacock feather and touched Decorah's head lovingly.

Decorah raised her head proudly.

More like a peacock than a peacock.

Lucius took a deep breath, turned around and left.

His departure did not affect the two of them at all.

Decorah relied on a peacock feather to get Narcissa's head slap.

For a moment.

He wanted to pluck a few more beautiful feathers and give them to Narcissa.

Maybe you can get more head kills.

"Mom, if I grow up, will you stop hugging me?"

Decorah knelt on the ground, resting her chin on Narcissa's knees.

"Little dragon will always be a child in his mother's eyes."

"Always father and mother's treasure."

Narcissa stroked Decorah's cheek with her hand and smiled lovingly.

"Hmm~"

"I want a kiss~"

Decorah began to act coquettishly, gently pulling Narcissa's arm with her hand, trying to get a kiss.

"Yeah, kiss."

Narcissa lowered her head and kissed Decorah on her fair forehead.

The big gray-blue eyes shine.

Decorah looked at Narcissa expectantly. If he had a tail, he would probably have shaken the afterimage at this moment.

Narcissa loved it when Decorah pestered her and acted coquettishly towards her.

In this way, she can rest assured that Xiaolong is still the same Xiaolong.

Still the innocent and cute little dragon.

It has not been changed by the outside world.

Therefore, no matter how much trouble Decorah makes, she will always pamper him.

But she doted on him.

But Lucius, who turned back, didn't think so.