HP: Slytherin disguise

"Are you very free?"

Lucius came over, picked up Decorah and left.

Decorah was confused.

He turned to look at Lucius with a serious expression.

"Father?"

"I think you need to tidy up, we're leaving for the Quidditch World Cup."

Lucius glanced at him.

In the afternoon.

In a dark forest full of mist, two figures walked out.

The two sullen wizards standing guard outside looked up instantly. They looked extremely tired.

In his hand was a quill and a thick roll of parchment.

As can be seen.

These two wizards were trying their best to pretend to be Muggles.

But the clothes are extremely nondescript.

He wore a floral suit, rubber galoshes that reached to his thighs, and was holding a gold watch.

Each of them looked stranger than the other.

"Good afternoon Mr. Malfoy!"

The man holding a quill and a parchment was the first to say hello, and then his eyes fell on Decorah beside Lucius.

Decorah at this moment.

Wearing a small white suit and a snow-white bow tie, he has long platinum hair tied back on his head, with two bunches of hair on his temples, and his delicate face is immature and innocent.

Like the little prince in a fairy tale.

He is obviously wearing a simple and slim-fitting white suit, but he wears it like a noble prince attending a dinner party.

Extremely elegant.

To be honest, it was difficult for them to associate the extremely confident child in the newspaper with the person in front of them.

no way.

Decorah's headlines dominated the daily newspapers for several months.

Almost everyone knows about the practical teacher at Hogwarts who is synonymous with confidence.

The young master of the Malfoy family.

It's so brainwashing.

If you don’t remember, it’s all disrespectful to Daily Headlines.

"Good morning, Basil."

Lucius handed Basil a portkey cup used to teleport here.

Basil took it and put it into a large box.

The box was full of used portkeys.

Decorah saw a shoe inside.

These days, do people still use shoes as door keys?

Although I don’t understand it, I respect it.

The more he stared at the shoe, the more strange he felt.

"What are you looking at? Decorah!"

"Did you fall in love with that shoe?"

Just when he was looking at it in ecstasy.

Lucius raised the scepter in his hand and knocked him on the head.

"Ow—"

Decorah raised his hand to cover the place where he was knocked, and said innocently: "I'm sorry, father."

"I'm just curious why there's only one shoe."

The scene fell silent for a moment.

Basil suppressed a smile and explained: "These door keys are all prepared by the wizards."

"After they buy the tickets, they have to choose something to use as a door key."

"So, this shoe was chosen by another wizard."

"They only brought one shoe."

"The other one should be at their house."

He broke it down for Decorah seriously.

Completely treating people as children.

Decorah nodded.

It dawned on me.

However, he still didn't understand why he used shoes as door keys.

"We should go, Decorah!"

Lucius walked towards the deserted swamp ahead.

It was hard to see anything in the thick fog.

Followed for a few steps.

Decorah couldn't help but look back at the shoe in the big box.

"Mr. Basil, do you know whose portkey this is?"

He really, really couldn't hold it back.

Curiosity arose and he couldn't control it.

After being stunned for a moment, Basil said: "Of course, it's the door key to Mr. Weasley's family!"

"Thank you, Mr. Basil!"

Basil nodded and was about to say something like "you're welcome."

next second.

He then witnessed Lucius walking back from the thick fog and carrying Decorah away.

"Unbelievable!"

"This is completely different from what was in the newspaper. It's not that exaggerated at all..."

His colleagues were puzzled.

mainly.

Decorah is completely inconsistent with the confident endorsement person in the newspaper.

He doesn't look like the same person.

"Father, I can walk by myself..."

Decorah said something cautiously.

Today's father.

It seems like she just has a hard time with him.

He has to hold on to every little thing, and he doesn't know why.

"Always be classy, ​​Decorah!"

"Don't be like a Muggle idiot and stare at those weird things!"

Lucius let go of him.

He walked forward without looking back, his cloak disappearing into the thick fog.

Decorah hurriedly followed.

"I know, father!"

They walked for about ten minutes and came to a door.

Behind the door is a small stone house.

Behind the stone house, there are thousands of tents, but those tents are all kinds of strange and a little weird.

They follow a gentle slope upwards.

The field stretched straight into a parallel line of dark woods.

The thick fog formed a dividing line behind us.

It faded quickly.

As soon as they walked over, they saw a person at the door.

It was obvious at a glance that this man was a Muggle.

The only Muggle here.

"Hi sir!"

Decorah raised his hand and said hello.

The Muggle turned around, looked at them, and then hurriedly greeted them back: "Did you also book a tent?"

"It's really strange, so many people have come."

"People kept coming in. They seemed to know each other. It was like a big reunion!"

He said, with a thoughtful and inquiring look on his face.

"is it?"

"A tent, reserved a few days ago, well, the name is Malfoy, you should remember it."

Decorah smiled and said perfunctorily.

"I remember!"

The Muggle nodded and said, "Can I pay?"

"no problem!"

Under the inquiring eyes of the Muggles, Decorah took out the Muggle banknotes and handed them to him naturally.

"Oh, actually, I found out that those people don't know anything about money!"

"They don't look like British people, they should be foreigners!"

"too weird!"

"Why did they come together."

The Muggle began to talk to himself, taking out an iron can and rummaging for change.

"You are not in the same group as them, are you?"

He suddenly raised his head and said.

Decorah frowned and pulled out his wand to give him Avada Kedavra.

next second.

A wizard in bloomers fell from the sky.

"Everything is forgotten!"

The Knickerbocker wizard pointed his wand at the Muggle.

Soon, the Muggle's alert and inquiring eyes disappeared.

back to normal.

"Your change, little sir!"

He handed the change to Decorah and touched the top of Decorah's head.

"thank you, sir!"

Decorah had a bright smile on her face and quickly retracted her wand.

Fortunately, the Muggle noticed.

From beginning to end, Lucius remained silent. He already hated Muggle-born wizards.

Not to mention a real Muggle!

If possible, he must send this Muggle to see God!

The Knickerbocker Wizard glanced at the Muggles and accompanied them to the camp.